A/N- the last chapter was short, so I'm giving you antoher one today. This one is short too but is needed for the drama that's on its way! Enjoy! please R&R. Thanks for sticking around.
John paced the flat, trying to distract himself with menial tasks such as dusting and making tea. Sherlocks not answering his phone. I hope he's not doing anything stupid. I should have followed him. He felt guilty, but for what he didn't quite know. Finally, after what felt like forever but was really just around an hour, Sherlock swiftly entered the flat.
"Finally! Where the bloody hell were you?!"
"What does it matter to you?" Sherlock responded as he flopped himself onto the couch, assuming his normal position, back towards the room.
"Really? You can't even respect me enough to look at me?" The worry was quickly turning to anger.
"You know I respect you." Sherlock mumbled. "Is there a reason you are trying to pick a fight today?"
"You sodding bastard! Why is it always a weakness if someone cares? You know what? Fine! You win! I don't care, do whatever you want." John steamed as he walked away, setting the kettle for the third time in the hour.
"Oh, get off your high horse." Sherlock says rolling over to face his opponent. "Since when are you in a position to lecture me? You run away from me this morning, hide behind that blog, and barely say two words but now... Now you decide that I'm the one with the problem?"
John sighs rubbing his face. "I don't have the energy for this right now."
"Then why did you start it?"
"Sorry for thinking you would see logic being that as your defense from cooperating with the the human race."
"Hopefully you won't make that mistake again." Sherlock said getting up and going for his coat.
"I don't plan on it. I told you I'm done. And where do you think you're going at this hour? It's half eleven."
"I know what time it is, and seeing as you no longer care why should I tell you?"
John shook his head. "Fine, you're right as always. Just don't do anything stupid."
"That's exactly what I plan on doing." Sherlock says as the door closes behind him.
John barely hearing the words he collapses back onto the chair. What the hell do I do? He's going to get himself killed out there. And he said he wasn't going to use. And if he does its my fault. No, no its his own bloody fault. That stubborn arse! He's going to throw everything away. Not if I have anything to say about it. John slips his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through the contact list until it falls on the one person he knows can help fix this.
John takes a deep breath and hits call.
Sherlock stopped as he got onto the street. Taking a deep breath he realized he didn't decide what he really wanted to do before storming out. John just makes me so frustrated, and confused, and loved. The first person to make me feel like I matter, and am not a machine. But then it hurts ten times more when I disappoint him. Is he really washing his hands of me? I don't want to go back to before him, back to being alone. But if he's going to leave the least I can do is make sure I don't feel it. Sherlock makes the decision in his mind as he heads to the tunnel of the homeless system, they can supply him with more than just information.