Operate
Oh my gosh, I am so incredibly extremely sorry for the wait. I was busy with boy scout camp and before that, I had no internet for two weeks. . But here is a shiny new chapter for you! Yay! I will try to make my updates more frequent.
The next day, when John woke up he was startled at first to see Sherlock in his bed. Until he remembered that it wasn't his bed, it was Sherlock's. Bit weird waking up in your best mates' bed, but hey, what the hell; why not? His anger renewed when he remembered what Sherlock had said about Sebastian. John wondered if there were any other songs about him.
"John."
John's eyes had slipped closed when he was thinking and now they snapped open. "Yeah? Are you okay?"
Sherlock nodded. "John, um, I was wondering if you wanted to see my songs. If—if someone else sees them, maybe I can throw them away and try to forget what he did." Sherlock looked—John would say shy if it were anyone other than Sherlock.
"Yeah sure. You don't have to sing them if you don't want. Just, you know…" John trailed off.
Sherlock nodded and rifled through the little box and pulled out a paper labeled 'Operate.'
"Is this about him, then?" John asked. Sherlock nodded, then cleared his throat. Apparently he was singing.
Sherlock took a deep breath in, then sang.
"I know how you're operating
Only come around when you know that I need it
Cut out my heart and you leave me bleeding
You are the only one who brings out the daemon
"Like pills you make me righteous
Like I can rise above it all
Like pills you leave me lifeless
Shaking in a bathroom stall
"Why you wanna do this?
Don't wanna see you in my phone
"Leave me alone
"I know how you're operating
Only come around when you know that I need it
Cut out my heart and you leave me bleeding
You are the only one who brings out the daemon
You bring it out
You bring it out
"Like pills you grab a hold of me
One hit just makes me want you more
Until we're in a motel room
Locked up behind closed doors
"Why you wanna do this?
Don't wanna see you in my phone
"Leave me alone
"I know how you're operating
Only come around when you know that I need it
Cut out my heart and you leave me bleeding
You are the only one who brings out the daemon
You bring it out
You bring it out
"You're doing it now
You're doing it now
You're doing it now
"It used to be
You brought out the best in me
Now it seems
You bring beast in me
"I know how you're operating
Only come around when you know that I need it
Cut out my heart and you leave me bleeding
You are the only one who brings out the daemon
You bring it out
You bring it out
You bring it out
You bring it out"
"Wow, Sherlock that was just, wow."
Sherlock smiled smally and said, "Another one?"
"Um, sure," John agreed.
Sherlock looked through the box and pulled out one. "This one is one of my firsts and it's very cliché."
John looked at the title. 'I Hate Everything About You.'
Well, then.
But these were about Sebastian.
A thought occurred to John. "Hey, would it be easier for you to sing if you had a guitar? I have an acoustic upstairs in my room."
Sherlock's eyebrows raised in surprised, but he nodded.
When John came back with the guitar, Sherlock tuned it and began to play without preamble.
"Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
"Every roommate kept awake
By every silent scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
"Only when I stop to think about it
"I
Hate
Everything about you
Why
Do I
Love you?
I
Hate
Everything about you
Why
Do I
Love you?
"Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
"Only when I stop to think about it
"I
Hate
Everything about you
Why
Do I
Love you?
I
Hate
Everything about you
Why
Do I
Love you?
"Only when I stop to think about you
I know
Only when you start to think about me
Do you
"I
Hate
Everything about you
Why
Do I
Love you?
You
Hate
Everything about me
Why
Do you
Love me?
"I
Hate
You
Hate
I
Hate
You
Love me
"I
Hate
Everything about you
Why
Do I
Love you?"
"That isn't cliché, Sherlock. If they're your feeling then it can't be." John sighed. "Want a cuppa? I'm having one but I can bring one back for you?"
"Thank you, John."
Raising an eyebrow at the odd politeness, John turned to go make tea.