**sorry its a short one, I hate it when authors do this, I'm like you may aswell carried on for a bit, but I'm a hypocrite, been very busy with my god-daughter and writing 2 other fanfics, didnt want to leave anyone hangin who might be enjoying this one lol.**
John paced restlessly up and down the apartment, he kept turning toward Sherlock but then returning to pace once more.
"Sherlock I don't like this... Sher- Sherlock i don't like this"
Sherlock's eyes widened as he replied "Yes John you have made that perfectly clear, now stop pacing you are giving me a headache!"
John plonked himself down in their arm-chair and sighed, he was trembling slightly
"I just want to wake up and this all have been a dream, I'm
"Sherlock please, I know that you think all this is silly, but I feel stuff, I feel emotions, try to understand that, try to put yourself in my shoes just for once, I NEED you at the moment to tell me what to do"
Sherlock still silent, looked up from his laptop
"What do you want to do?"
"I DON'T!..." he sighed before continuing "Sherlock if I knew that I wouldn't be reacting like this now would I?"
Sherlock sighed raising his eyebrows "Hm, i suppose not"
"Sherlock please I'm begging you, please, please tell me what I should do"
"John it's not my decision to make"
"Well how the hell would you feel if 'THE' Moriarty had asked you to be bloody god father to his son?!"
"I don't know that since I have never been in that situation John"
"YOU ARE JUST- ... No, no you know what, I'm going to bed"
"It's 7:30 in the evening?!"
"YES, Thankyou!"
And with that John stormed off.
Sherlock sat in silence for a few moments, before sighing and closing his eyes, he was having a hard time himself coming to terms with all this change and he didn't want to express to anyone that he was, also feeling things.
Sherlock's phone buzzed
We need to talk JM