Sherlock finally allowed himself to return to his own flat with his flatmate and friend, John Watson. He sat in the chair reading through John's blogs, there was some period that John didn't blog for some length of time. Usually they were unhappy, stressed, depressed, uneased, and felt hopeless. He also noted that John wasn't interest in keeping a single relationship for very long and tends to be all over the place. The last blog, which he somewhat upset about, stopped dating all together. This wasn't like John.
He closes the laptop and place it on the table top close by, John went out to get grocery and milk of course. He took his phone and reads 3 text messages, all from John.
'Do you want anything in particular from the store?-JW' 15 minutes ago.
'Sherlock? –JW' 5 minutes ago.
'Sherlock please answer me –JW' 2 minutes ago.
Sherlock blinks a few times and writes. 'No I do not need anything. –SH' He sent the text and rest the phone on the arm rest. He pinched his finger over the bridge of his nose between his eyes. He sighs calmly; at least it was warmer inside instead of being outside in the cold weather with the snow still falling. Some days it'll be warmer and snow would melt but that would change overnight.
He closed his hands, pressing his hands together, aligning his fingers and palm exactly to his other hand, holding in front of his nose, inhaling and exhaling. His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and slammed shut, before hearing heavy steps with sound of bag crumbling in the air. He opened his eyes; spotting John went into the kitchen to put the groceries away.
Sherlock remained silent on the chair, simply watching John for a few long seconds; he looked away staring at the floor. He heard John throw the bags away and went into the living room. "I texted you three times, why didn't you answer me the first time?" He asked. Sherlock can tell he was frowning. "Because I was reading and didn't notice I have messages on my phone." He says. John looked confused and spoke. "Where's the book then?" He asked. Sherlock gestured the laptop.
"I put a brand new password on that, how..?" He said with surprise. "It's rather easy John. Even if you make the stupid big password, it was easy to know what it was." He said carefully with a half-smile. John frowns, grabbing his laptop and opening it. "Sherlock! You read through my PRIVATE Blogs?" He said with a frustrated look.
"I feel no regret, John. I was just checking how you were while I was gone; have to say they are not good at all. You can look through my blogs if you wish but I have not been blogging once." He said, being on his feet and went to the kitchen to make himself some tea.
"How I am? You probably knew that by just looking at me and how much a mess I was." He commented dryly. He rolled his eyes. "Yes I could but you stopped dating completely, you can't keep a single date, which surprising remained the same even if I was gone. You feeling hopeless, depressed, and to the brink of giving up." He said. "The John I knew would never give up, you always believed in me. You asked for one miracle, not to be dead and here I am, breathing." He said his deduction.
John sighed frustratedly and grabs Sherlock by the shoulder and turning him around. "I was losing hope for myself, I just couldn't keep a single date when I feel a part of me just missing, gone, feeling hollowed inside." He said with a frown. He stares into John's eyes, trying to figure him out. This was not good; they were on the same page. He also felt he lost a part of himself, like something was missing.
They both stood there in complete silence before Sherlock grabbed by the chin and pressed his lips against John's lips forcefully at first, trying to make it last before pulling away letting John recover. John eyes widen, standing there was complete surprise. He stares at Sherlock like he was seeking some kind of fortune. "You bloody bastard, shouldn't have stopped." He said before leaning up and kissing him on the lips.
Sherlock was very surprised, kissing him back passionately and forceful. He groans lightly before pulling away for a breather. "I think the friendship gone beyond." Sherlock noted.