He hadn't meant anything by it. John knew that. Even so, he could have implied it a little nicer. But then again thinking back John's reaction wasn't very pleasant either. They were both wrong. Though neither wanted to admit it.
But still, Sherlock's words had hurt. Even if he hadn't meant for them too.
John and Sherlock had just been engaged. Happy tears and smiles could be seen on both of their faces, filling their flat and intoxicating the room. Mrs Hudson had been the first to know. She had climbed up the stairs to see what all the noise was about. When John showed her the ring she couldn't help but smile. Hugging her 2 boys she said:
"'Bout time you two tied the knot, you stay here I have got some champagne downstairs that I have been saving for a special day." She walked down to the cellar to grab to bottle leaving the two alone once again.
John fumbled to get his phones, he had to call his sister. He had to call his mum and his dad.
"Oh god, I just got engaged," John thought happily.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock questioned, gesturing to the phone in John's hands.
Raising his eyebrow slightly John responded, "I'm gonna call my parents."
Sherlock gave off a short breathy laugh, though John didn't see the humour in calling his parents.
"Oh please," Sherlock began "They're homophobic. They don't care about you any more."
Now that, that made John freeze in his spot. He hadn't expected that. How did Sherlock know that? Okay maybe John could deduce that Sherlock had decided his parents on the one occasion they had met. But, they had never been homophobic towards Sherlock and him. If they were, why didn't Sherlock tell him?
Anger at his parents started to boil in veins, Sherlock had kept this from him. He had no right.
"What? And..and you didn't tell me? Just another unimportant fact stuffed away in your brain. Oh, John parents don't like him, just another day?!" John said, his voice getting louder as he spoke.
Sherlock, who had sat down in his armchair, looked up at John. Why did it matter Sherlock wondered as he started up a john, who was upset.
"You never seemed to care that your sister and you weren't close so why does it matter?" Sherlock said, his head shifting his head to the side slightly.
"Of course I care, but you don't understand that do you? Emotions aren't your thing, are they? Your just a …just a…" John said, unable to find the right word to say.
"Go on say it," Sherlock said monotony, leaning forward closer to John and resting his elbows on his knees.
"A psychopath," John said, regretting it immediately. But it was too late, the deed was done.
The pair sat, or stood in John case, in silence. The once happy atmosphere the room once held now a distant memory as an uncomfortable silence cloaked the room.
"I'm going out," John said, his voice just above a whisper as he grabbed his phone, coat, and keys and walked out, leaving Sherlock alone.
They both wished they had said something as john walked out, and yet the silence was the only thing heard throughout 221b baker street.
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It was three days since Sherlock and John had talked. Mrs Hudson had tried in the first day to get them to talk or even smile but after a day of failure, she resigned to leaving a full kettle for them in the morning and going. They would have to fix this problem themselves.
Sherlock had spent most the days on the couch in his mind palace. John wanted to be mad at Sherlock for not trying to fix things, but he wasn't doing anything either. I wasn't until the 4th day that either of them spoke. They couldn't go on ignoring each other. John loved Sherlock. Sherlock loved John. They needed to fix the fracture in their relationship, as teenage chick-flick style as it sounded to John.
Sherlock sat at the desk, laptop open reading some new study on "five stages of decomposition". John stood in the doorway, as he fiddled with his hands nervously.
"Hey," John began, unsure how to continue.
Sherlock looked up through is curls.
"Hello," Sherlock said in the same tone John had, before returning to reading the article.
"We should talk about.. you know.. what happened," John suggested, gesturing to the spot on the couch. Slowly the pair moved to sit next to each other. Sherlock was the first to speak.
"John I'm sorry I shouldn't have…" Sherlock began only to be cut off by John.
"No, Sherlock you weren't wrong. I was," John said, reaching for and taking Sherlock's hand in his own "I'm not saying that I'm not upset at you for not telling me, but I acted out and… I didn't mean it. You know that right?"
Sherlock remained quiet, staring at the floor.
"William Sherlock Scott Holmes," John said, as he put his hand on sherlock's cheek and turning his head till their eyes meet "You are the best, kindest most amazing man I know. And that means I love all of you. You are not a psychopath or freak or anything any other people might have said. You are a human being. A human being that I love."
"I love you too John Watson, and I am sorry, for not telling you," Sherlock said. John caressed Sherlock's cheek with his thumb. Then first slowly, all at once the moved together and shared a short but sweet kiss.
The pair held each other like it was their last chance to see one another. They stayed there for what felt like hours just holding each other. And nothing could have been better.
But when the sky got dark they decided to get dinner at "Angelo". As the pair stood up Sherlock grabbed john hands. Bringing them to his lips he kissed john engagement ring. This was how it was supposed to be.
John and Sherlock, till death, do them part.