Nurse Services, chapter four

Sherlock had helped John out of the bathtub after he was finished and had forced himself not to get a peek of John's cock. However he was way more interested in John then before which wasn't very good since he didn't know if he could resist doing anything.

A week after the bathroom incident Sherlock was driving John to his medical checkup again since first of all, John didn't have a driving license and second, even if he did have one he wouldn't be able to drive anyway. Sherlock didn't mind though since he didn't really like the doctor, Foreman so he wanted to make sure he was near John each time that doctor showed up.

They arrived at the hospital and John had to take a checkup with his ribs and all. Sherlock couldn't do anything else but wait but he didn't really have the patience for it since he wanted to make sure John was ok. Finally though a nurse called for him and he followed her to the room were John was sitting. Apparently the doctor hadn't showed up yet.

"Everything alright?" Sherlock asked and sat down next to him.

"I guess" John answered. Right then Doctor Foreman entered the room and sat down in front of them on a chair.

"So Mr Watson, I checked your CAT scans and as far as I can see for now the ribs are doing fine. It's been almost two weeks now since the explosion but your ribs are on the way of healing. Your arm though is not better yet. It will probably start recovering soon but I want you to keep resting at home, keep taking your medicines and try not to use your arm as much as possible. If there would be any trouble with bathing….." John and Sherlock reacted to the word and blushed. "….you just have to ask for help from Mr Holmes here since he told you he would take care of you"

"R-Right, I will" John answered and smiled a bit.

"Now, since it all seems well you are free to go home. The nurses taught Mr Holmes before how to wrap your arm with bandage and all so please change the bandages when you get home and clean the wounds that are still there alright?" John nodded. "Great! Now take care Mr Watson and Mr Holmes…" Sherlock looked at him. "….keep him out of activities so he can rest" Sherlock glared at the doctor like he was trying to kill him with a look.

"Sherlock, come on, let's go" John then said and grabbed Sherlock's robe and dragged him out of there before he could do any harm to anyone. They drove home and went up to their flat. However when they walked through the door they saw someone sitting on their sofa.

"Boys, were have you been? I have been waiting for quite some time, not nice letting a lady wait this long" the woman said and looked at Sherlock.

"What are you doing here Irene?" Sherlock asked and sighed.

"I was in the neighborhood so I thought I would come by and say hello to my favorite guy of course" Irene answered and smiled.

"I thought your favorite guy would be tied up in your bed right now waiting for your whip"

"Well, aren't you?"

"Clearly not. I only use a whip myself on others, don't like the opposite you see"

"Aww, how boring. I thought you would really be able to enjoy it"

"Ok, what's going on here?" John then suddenly said. "Not following at all"

"John, this woman is Irene Adler, a dominatrix who I helped escape death once and has ever since then kept following me around for some reason"

"So…..she's your stalker?"

"I would say so yes"

"I wouldn't really call myself a stalker you know" Irene answered and smiled.

"I figured, since most stalkers always denies it whatever they do" Sherlock answered before turning to John. "Let's get your bandages changed"

"What, now? But…." John said and pointed at Irene with his head.

"I'll deal with her later, she won't mind waiting"

They went upstairs to John's bedroom and Sherlock helped him getting some of the wounds clean before changing the bandage on his broken arm.

"Thanks Sherlock" John said when he was almost finished.

"No problem John…." Sherlock answered and looked up. He then realized that his face was not far from John's. He swallowed before standing up so he wouldn't do anything stupid "Right, um, the woman is waiting for me downstairs so better talk to her so she can leave. Stay here, I will be back in a while" He closed the door behind him and went downstairs. Irene was sitting on the sofa and looked at Sherlock when he entered the room again. He sat down, as always, in his own chair and looked at her. "Now, why are you here?"

"I heard you got into trouble so I thought I would see how you were doing and at the same time try out one last time"

"Try out what?"

"Confessing again that I want you, but I already know the answer actually"

"Then why try?"

"It's just my nature I guess" she smiled. "Now, he seems worse"

"Yeah, and?"

"You volunteering to take care of him and showing emotions, not something you see everyday" Sherlock didn't answer. "So you're…"

"Yes"

"And you….."

"Yes"

"But he..."

"Yes"

"Are you…."

"Didn't plan to"

"But doesn't he…."

"Wouldn't think so"

"Can you at least let me finish my sentences?"

"Why? I already know what you're asking me and listening to it all is boring so why hear it?"

"Asshole is really what you are, you know that?"

"That was actually a nicer word than the rest I have heard from others"

Irene then stood up and went to where Sherlock sat and sat on her knees next to his chair, resting her arms on the chair. "So….the great Sherlock Holmes is finally in love" she then whispered and grinned. "What is so special about him?"

"What?"Sherlock asked and looked at her.

"Come on, tell me. Is it maybe his kindness? His army personality? Do you get turned on by army boys?"

"Stop smiling or I'll whack it off your face"

"Oohh, aggressive, I like that" she said and laughed slightly. "The big detective Sherlock Holmes is in love with his flat mate, who happens to be a male but he doesn't know why, is that correct?"

"I know why, I just don't need to tell anyone about my reasons"

"Oh come on, enlighten me"

"Why would you even care in the first place?"

"Because I want to know what it was that made me lose the battle"

"The gender"

"A bit more specific Sherlock?"

"He treated me as a human with feelings and as his friend. He saved my life not only once but twice and he understands me, compared to others. I feel safe with him and if you or anyone else would try to hurt him or even touch him I swear I would make your lives a living hell" Sherlock said while looking at Irene with an I'm-going-to-kill-you-if-you-tell-anyone-about-this look. She only smiled.

"You can actually explain why you love him, and still you're not going to confess? You're mad you know that? Completely mad. Well that is one of the things I like about you though. But I guess since it's my loss this time I will back off"

"Not like you to give up just like that"

"Well, I usually get what I want but this time I truly feel I can't win even though I don't want to admit it. Just by looking at you I can read what you think and everything is about him so why try?" Irene said and then heard footsteps. It was John coming down from his bedroom. He saw Irene and stopped. She grinned before she took Sherlock's hand and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Bye Sherlock, if there's anything you need, call me" She turned around and got eye contact with John. He looked at her and then she left the apartment. When she came outside she looked at the windows. 'Sherlock, what a moron. Anyone could see Mr Watson's feelings for him even if they were 700 miles away. That jealousy feeling was quite funny to watch'. She then went back into her car and drove away.

John then came inside the room and saw Sherlock sitting in his chair thinking. "Sherlock?"

"Huh?" Sherlock woke up from his thoughts and looked around to find John standing there. "John. Right, I was going to go back upstairs, sorry"

"It's fine, really, don't worry" John said with a sad smile.

"Something wrong?"

"Nothing, everything's fine, really. I'll be in my bedroom reading in case you wonder" John said and went back up again.

Sherlock had no idea what just happened but he could read John that he was upset, he didn't know why though. He didn't like now knowing so he went to his bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Yes?" he heard John say and then opened the door.

"Hi…." Sherlock said. John sat in his bed looking at him. "I'm sorry about before"

"What?"

"I noticed that you seemed upset so I came here to apologize for….whatever it was that I might have said or did to you"

"It wasn't like that Sherlock, really. You didn't do anything" John explained in hope that Sherlock would stop mentioning it so he still could keep his feelings secret.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's all fine.

"Good…." The air then got awkward cause no-one knew what to say until John opened his mouth again.

"Sherlock?"

"Hm?"

"Maybe a weird thing to ask but…are you in love with someone right now?"

"Who? Me?" John nodded. "Well…..I don't know if it's love but there's one person I think I like…" Sherlock didn't know why he lied, he knew well that it was love. "Why the sudden interest of my love life? Has thing got anything to do with Irene?"

"No, just…..curious" John answered a bit too quickly. Sherlock then looked at John up and down his body. He was filled with different feelings that Sherlock had it difficult deciding which one he really felt at the moment. However he then noticed John's red cheeks. Was he embarrassed? Or maybe angry?

"You know, you look cute angry" Sherlock then said and grinned.

"I'm not cute"

"Oh but you are, especially with that face, it makes me want to kiss it" John's face lit up, he swallowed a bit before looking at Sherlock in a bit shock.

"K-Kiss it?"

"Yes. You ARE cute John, you just have to realize that. Why else would gay guys gather around you? Free examination?"

"I don't have gay guys flocked around me" John said confused.

"Oh really? What about Mike then? Your sister, well lesbian but you get it"

"Mike is one person Sherlock"

"Anderson, Greg, Mike and Mycroft"

"What? Mycroft? Your brother is gay?"

"He's been dating a guy for some years now, totally disaster though. Can't seem to get him in bed"

"Alright, no more words of this, it just gets weird thinking of Mycroft like that"

"Agree on that, repulses me to even think about it"

"What about you then?"

"I said agree?"

"No, I meant being gay. Are you gay as well? Which is fine by the way"

"I know, you said it before"

"And you said women aren't really your territory"

"So what if I am? Not that big a deal"

"When were you going to tell me?"

"What is there to tell?"

"I'm your friend, I would want to know"

"Why? So you can avoid me so I won't attack you?"

"Sherlock, if I would avoid you it would be because you would've acted like an asshole! I would never avoid you or leave you because of something like you are gay! I have more feelings than you when it comes to that!" John said angry so Sherlock flinched a bit. He saw John's angry face and felt pain in his heart suddenly. John noticed his face and immediately regretted what he had said. "Sherlock… I…."

"Sorry….I'm going out for a while" Sherlock whispered before walking out and closing the door behind him. He put on his coat and went outside so he could be alone. He started walking without anywhere to go and just kept on walking. When he came to he realized he was outside Molly's apartment and unconsciously rang the doorbell. It didn't take long before Molly opened the door.

"Sherlock? This is a rare view, what's wrong?" she asked. He didn't answer her. Instead he walked inside and put his arms around her. She didn't hear anything but she knew he was crying. His body was shaking and her shoulders started to get wet. "Alright, come on inside dear. I'll make you some coffee and biscuits"