John's phone pinged.
He wasn't home, he had rushed out to pick up Rosie from school. Silly of him to forget his phone really - Mycroft would look after him if anything were to happen anyways. In a way Sherlock was grateful for his prying older brother.
John's phone pinged again.
Sherlock got up from his chair to retrieve John's phone.
[You have 2 unread messages]
He deduced John's password. Easy. He didn't know why John still used passwords.
Do you want to go for drinks tonight? -GL
You should invite Sherlock too. -GL
Ah Lestrade. Always wanting to go out for social events. He scoffed at the invitation and didn't reply. He backed out from Lestrade's texts and saw all of his other ones. Mostly texts between him and John and others from people in their circle. John and Sherlock shared the same close friends and he didn't mind that.
He clicked on his name then his eyes flickered to drafts. John had unsent messages to Sherlock?
He clicked on the drafts. There were so many dating back to when they first met. He skimmed through them, most were pointless but then his eyes stopped skimming and he read.
I'm not hungry, let's have dinner. -JW
Wouldn't work for Irene I suppose it wouldn't work for me either. -JW
I like your purple shirt, I've named it the purple shirt of sex. Deduce what you will. -JW
I miss you. Can you come home please? -JW
I saw you on BBC News this morning, you looked handsome. You always look handsome. -JW
I like your hair. You're very pretty. -JW
Let's have dinner. -JW
I'm lonely. Come home. -JW
I'm coming home now. Please be topless when I arrive. -JW
I don't know why you think I'm going to find a girlfriend and leave with Rosie. I'm in love with you Sherlock. -JW
You're such a smart man. Why can't you just deduce my feelings? -JW
I'm thinking about you. -JW
I wanted to kiss you this morning. -JW
Everyone was right. I am in love with you. -JW
Sherlock put John's phone back on the table, he had read enough. John was in love with him, and he was in love with John. Years of pining, years of feeling the same way. Yet so many incidents that there was never the right time to say. Now was the right time.
He sat with his knees to chin, waiting for John to arrive home.
Twenty minutes later John arrives home, without Rosie.
"Where's Rosie?"
"Oh she's with Mrs. Hudson, I needed a break tonight. I forgot my phone, sorry for not texting you". He goes to grab his phone. He unlocks it and is met with his drafts to Sherlock. He looks at his phone then at Sherlock who is intently staring at him.
"John would you sit down on the sofa with me?".
Sherlock gets up and sits on the sofa and whips out his phone. John obliges and sits down beside him, leaving gap between them. He is visibly startled and nervous, his face is red and his fingers are trembling.
Sherlock unlocks his phone and hands it John. He's met with Sherlocks draft messages to John. Hundreds of messages similar to his own, dating back years. His eyes fall to some of the most recent ones.
Do you know why Mary saved my life? I'm sure you do. -SH
I'm bored. I need you. Come home at once. -SH
I like your new hairstyle, you look handsome. -SH
Let's have dinner together? -SH
I like your funny jumpers. -SH
Come home. Why do you work at the surgery? I miss you. -SH
I can't sleep. I need you. -SH
I love Rosie but I know she isn't mine and you'll leave once you find somebody. I love you John. Don't leave. -SH
John turns to face Sherlock, fingers very much still trembling. "How long?", he whispered.
"Since the day we met".
John starts crying. Sherlock awkwardly goes to hug him to comfort him. He put his arms around John like a boa - constrictor and John automatically pulls his arms away because it hurts. Instead he moves closer to Sherlock and rests his head on his chest. Sherlock moves back into the sofa and allows John's head to rest comfortably on him whilst his chin rests on top of his head.
John's sobs stifle and he clasps Sherlocks hand, bringing it to his lap. "We're idiots", he says.
"I know John, I'm sorry".
"I'm sorry too Sherlock".
They stay like that for a few moments then John moves himself to look at Sherlock, his hand still grasping the other mans. "I love you Sherlock. I always have".
"I'm sorry I failed to see that".
"It's not your fault".
"I love you too".
"I know", he smiles.
