chapter five. how delightful.

i'm so sorry about the delay on all this. i've had terrible writers block on a drabble extension, and i've been trying to blackmail myself into finishing it before writing anything new, but didn't think it would be fair on you lot. (the few of you there are)

so my revision. i hate as levels.

but life goes on.

i still don't own sherlock.

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#41: Question

"Do you blame me for what happened last month John?"

This question startled John, "No. Why would I?"

Sherlock gave him a long look, as if questioning his own reasoning before speaking in hushed tones. "You've been avoiding me. I assumed it was because you were questions whether it was prevalent to your safety to remain friends with me, despite whatever feelings we may have for one another."

John found his hand on Sherlock's knee before he'd noticed it moving, but didn't really regret it. "Not at all Sherlock. Not at all."

#42: Comfort

John finds that everything feels like it's crushing him. He feels like the bomb jacket is across his chest again, restricting his breathing and he can't cope. The pressure is crushing him, and John can't breathe with the weight of it all. He has to find somewhere to rest, to try and fight off the weight that's overwhelming him. And Sherlock is there, all his textures, the roughness of his fingers as they hold onto John's hand reminding him that he is still here.

#43: Message

When the phone bleeps again, Sherlock winces because he knows it's going to be a message from Moriarty.

Come on then Sherlock.

Shall I make the game a bit harder?

Have you seen your little pet recently?

And Sherlock can't breathe, because he hasn't seen John in hours.

#44: Nightmare

Nightmares wake Sherlock nearly every night. Terrible visions of John; his features warped with pain, blood running down his face, cuts and bruises, and dying. Sherlock wakes screaming because in these visions he can see John but do nothing to save him, no matter how hard he fights.

But the screams stop almost instantly when John's hands and arms are there, touching his skin and letting him know that John will never blame him.

#45: Age

"Sherlock come and look at this! It's amazing!" John practically had his nose pressed against the glass, like a child in a sweet shop.

Sherlock sighed, "I don't know why you insisted we come to the zoo John, neither of us is a 10 year old." He stood next to John, peering into the tank, "What am I looking for?"

"A lizard, Sherlock," He pointed under a log, "It's there."

"A simple reptile? That's what's got you so excited. Perhaps I was mistaken."

"About?"

"Your age John."

#46: Interest

"John, John, John, look, John, John come and look at this, look!"

The doctor wrinkled his nose, "It's a rotting corpse Sherlock, I'm not that interested."

#47: Skills

"What so you mean you can't drive? Why?" sometimes John found the things Sherlock didn't know were just plain amusing, but not even being able to drive, "driving is the most basic of young adult skills."

"Yes John thank you, I am well aware that most people can drive. But have you met my brother, he didn't exactly jump at the chance offering me roam free at age 17. And living in London, it's quite easy to get a cab."

John smiled, Sherlock had the most overly protective brother, but the thought of a teenage Sherlock arguing with a twenty-something Mycroft was enough to dispel all thoughts of the lack of driving skills his best friend possessed.

#48: Love

Love is not something Sherlock needs right now. Despite the fact that John is always there and has time for Sherlock, no matter the situation, Sherlock cannot love him. Because if he loves him, if John is in anyway important to Sherlock, then he is in danger.

#49: Gone

"John, pull yourself together." Sherlock's voice was a surprise to John. That definitely wasn't what he had expected.

"Oh my god Sherlock I've missed you so much."

Sherlock's gaze was scathing, a look that said his emotions were thoroughly stupid. "And you thought that by taking drugs, my drugs at that, you'd feel better. Drugs focus the mind John, not delude it. So what you're doing is not only dangerous, but stupid as well."

John frowned, "I needed to see you."

The hardness in the detective's eyes softens for a moment, and he crouched down next to John, his fingers touching gentle to John's face in an attempt to brush away the tears, "I'm gone John."

#50: Tease

Sherlock tenses when John's foot brushes up his calf, but doesn't say anything.

Again, when John carefully places his hand on his thigh, but still Sherlock says nothing.

When John leans in close, his breath sending shivers up and down Sherlock's back, he says nothing.

"Do you want me to stop?"

And all Sherlock can do is shake his head. Because John stopping would be a whole lot worse.

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