*Authors Note Please Read!* Hey Sweeties, Here I present to you, CHAPTER 8! It's of course going to start off with Sherlock's POV then maybe later move back to John's, and to get in the Christmas Cheer, later on in this chapter, it shall be set in Christmas Time! Oooooohhhhhh what are Sherlock and John going to get each other? :3 Haha anyways guys, as always, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVEIWES YOU GUYS ARE JUST… JUST TOP SHANANIGANS!
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Sherlock could not believe what he just heard; doing something that was right and getting hurt? …Hurting MY John?! I'll get Mycroft onto him… Well, it did seem about right coming from John's Dad after all, But seeing he state of him, curled up on the chair opposite him, shaking and pale as Sherlock, staring into the fire, obviously going over the events in his head and what to say to Sherlock as he starred into the flickering flames. Sherlock needed to do something… anything.
"John."
John turned to look at Sherlock, with a fresh batch of tears streaming down his face, Sherlock couldn't bear to see his… his boyfriend in such a state, he placed his cup on the table behind him and knelt beside John, who looked down at him with a shaky smile, Sherlock placed a hand on the un cut cheek and wipe away the tears.
"It's ok John, you are safe now."
John shook his head and chuckled.
"No, no. No Sher I'm not safe, I won't be for a long time. He cut me with a knife Sher, my own Dad, with a knife, if I hadn't gotten out of grip, he could've stabbed my stomach. I-I-"
"You ran to me, you came to me, it was the right thing to do, I'll protect you through this."
John looked at Sherlock with a mix of emotions, with mote tears streaming down his cheeks
"Thank you, Sher."
Sherlock gave John a reassuring smile and took his hand away, heading to the bathroom for the first aid kit, heading back and kneeling beside John, begging to clean his wounds, John watched him as he did so, then ever so carefully he placed Band-Aids over the cuts on his cheek and knuckles.
"Better?"
"Y-yes, thank you Sher."
Sherlock gave John a smile then went to place the first aid back in the bathroom, Sherlock turned towards the door to head out, but gave a jump of surprise to see John standing in the door way.
"Everything ok John?"
John stepped closer to Sherlock
"J-John?"
John closed the distance between the two now shaking teenagers, it was indeed cold in the bathroom. John looked up at Sherlock, then tugged his shirt down towards him and closed the distance between their mouths. Sherlock waved his hands about, un sure what to do or where to place them, it was deep and passionate, placing his hands on John's neck, cupping his cheeks almost, pulling him in that bit closer. When the kiss ended John looked into Sherlock's eyes then steeped back and cleared his throat
"Sher, w-would be, uh, o-ok if, I-I stayed t-the night?"
"Of course John."
John grinned at Sherlock, the hugged him, releasing him
"Thank you, Sher"
Sherlock grinned back, then John's expression changed,
"I-I have no extra clothes."
"You can borrow mine."
John laughed
"Wonder how I'm going to look in your clothes."
Sherlock laughed as well, John was going to look stupid in his long lengthier uniforms, well, he could ask Mycroft to ask one of his homeless network to break into his room and stuff all the clothes they could see into a duffel bag…
"Sher, I'm going to have shower now. C-could you…?"
"Oh, yeah, sure."
Sherlock exited the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and whipped out his phone and got to work.
Mycroft was not happy, Sherlock didn't care, he wanted this for John. The good thing about the homeless network, they were quick, certainly quicker then expected, they arrived within 8 minutes, a male and a female, no more than 5 years older than Sherlock, the male had his face covered, with the female, had a fur hood on, covered as well, John could take however long he wanted in the shower, Sherlock didn't care. They brought with them, a duffel bag full of clothes, pajamas, uniforms, underwear and other pieces along with his school bag full of books pens and other bits and bobs, Sherlock gave them the payment and shooed them out a quick as possible, they kind of smelled, alot. Sherlock laid out a pair of pajamas and a dressing gown with bed socks on his bed, then put the duffel bag and school bag beside his dresser and then waited outside the bathroom, when John came out, he was in just a towel on lower half, with all his clothes bundled up over his chest, John jumped with surprise seeing Sherlock waiting, John opened his mouth but Sherlock was quicker
"My bedroom, surprise waiting for you."
Sherlock didn't wait for a reply, just went straight to his violin and started playing the melody he was working on for the assignment. He kept playing and adding more notes until he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist…John… Sherlock placed his violin down
"Did you like the surprise?"
Muffled against his back, Sherlock couldn't make out the words.
"What?"
Sherlock regretted saying it, the arms retreated from his waist.
"Thank you Sher, of course I bloddy liked your surprise."
Sherlock looked at John in his pajamas, he was kind of cute, Sherlock was happy to see that John was wearing his bed socks…it was adorable.
"What, Sher?"
"You look, y-you look…"
"Handsome?"
John opened up his arms in a gesture, Sherlock laughed an nodded, handsome all the same.
Sherlock knew that he would have to have his shower, but he didn't want to leave John alone.
"Will you be ok John if I go have a shower?"
"Yeah, of course I'll be ok."
Sherlock finally nodded and went to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Sherlock wanted to head back out there and hold John in his arms until everything was ok, but he knew if he didn't have his shower, Mycroft would be more pissed off then usual, he was really the Queen of Drama Queens.
Sherlock made his shower as quick as possible. He grabbed his clothes and fixed his towel around his waist, to be greeted outside by John making tea in the kitchen, since his wet curls was covering half his vision, it was hard to make out John's expression. Sherlock tried to whip his hair out of the way, but it only made things worse, hearing John laugh, he quickly strode into his room and shut the door. To find a letter on his bed, dumping his clothes on the end of his bed, he picked up the piece of paper, it read…
Dearest Sherlock,
My name is Richard Brook and I am writing to you from the University Of London, I am interested in recommending you for a coarse here, after seeing your reports from school and your talents first hand. But with your permission of course… I am free to meet up with you in the New Years, if you wish to know more, text me on 0401676734
-RB xo
Sherlock placed the letter down …Richard Brook… Who was he? Why the little 'x' and 'o'? What did this mean? Sherlock had no idea, but now eager for the New Years, it was not often under Mycroft's control that Sherlock got his hands on a mystery, he would have to be quite about it. Sherlock quickly got dressed and headed out to the living room, John was sitting by the fire, sipping on his cup of tea.
"The letter on my bed, how did it get there?"
John shrugged
"It was in my school bag, it was addressed to you so I placed it on your bed."
Homeless network… Since the deliverer had his face covered, he couldn't quite make him out, not that he was paying much to the homeless networkers anyway. … Pay more attention to deliverers…
"Are you going to see this Richard Brook guy?"
"Maybe."
John clicked his tongue in response.
"Right, university, wow."
"Yeah. You ok John?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"No, not after what happened, John."
"Yeah, your right. I'm not. But, hey, I'll live."
"Christmas soon."
"Yeah, it is, isn't it Sher? Time flies, eh?"
Sherlock and John laughed by the fire. Sherlock wanted to give John something for the occasion, but what? He had no idea, he couldn't ask him, make it too obvious.
"Sher, if you want any thing you can have it, no, yes, no, ah, I mean, if there is something you want for Christmas, I'd like to try and get something for you."
Sherlock smiled at John
"Same goes for you. Anything. I'll try."
"A song."
"What?"
John placed his cup down and rose from with chair
"For Christmas, Sher, I want, you, to compose me a song."
Sherlock grinned at John
"If a song is what you want, John, a song is what you'll get."
John grinned back, then yawned and stretched
"Ok Sher, where are the spare sheets? I'm going to set up the couch for nights rest-"
"No! I mean, your stuff is my bedroom, you sleep there, I'll sleep on the couch, beside if Mycroft sees you, he'll flip out with drama"
"You sure Sher? I mean the couch is not the best place to sleep."
Sherlock shrugged
"Then the floor of my bedroom."
John crossed his arms
"Nope."
Sherlock realized what was being suggested
"Oh! D-do you want to s-share the b-bed?"
John shrugged
"Only if you're your up for it."
"Sure! I mean, sure"
Sherlock cursed himself for sounding to over excited about this, but after all, John was the one who suggested it…
"Right."
John hugged Sherlock and went to bed.
Sherlock stayed up a bit longer, deciding to test soil samples, in attempt to wait up for Mycroft, realizing he would be staying at Grog's, Sherlock then retired for the night.
John had kept himself to one side of the bed, but Sherlock just slid over and spooned him anyway.
John gave a mix of a mumble and a grunt, in obvious attempt to say something but then a second later back to sleep. Sherlock rested his head against John's back, and found peace there, not wanting the sun to rise for quite a while.
When John woke, both their bodies were tangled together, legs arms, it was a peaceful mess, John wished it wasn't Monday, the first day of the school week. He wanted to stay like this forever. He rested his head back against Sherlock's chest, realizing it was the first night back from Afghan that he hadn't had a nightmare, even after what happened last night. He pulled Sherlock closer, if it was possible, memories were getting the better of him, well, shit…
"Yes John? What do you need to talk about?"
Harry placed her laptop beside her and tapped the end of the bed, John walked over and sat down.
"Ok, um, Harry, this is, um, going to be ,uh , hard for, uh, me, to, um, explain."
"It's ok John, in our own time."
John cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. He decided to just blurt it out, it would be the easiest and best way.
"I'm seeing someone, and, and, uhh, it's a guy."
Harry smiled at John
"John that's great! Good for you!"
"That's the thing I came, to, uh, talk to you about, how he hell am I going to tell Dad?"
Harry's smiled faded away
"John, take my advice. Don't."
Harry was shaking her head, with a expression of pure fear on here face.
"B-but I have to Harry! He'll eventually find out somehow!"
"Yes, but the consequences will be less harsh than if he finds out himself later on, than you telling him now!"
"How?!"
Harry cleared his throat and removed her scarf that she always wore ever since… Oh…
Her neck featured five finger sized purple bruises on either side of her neck.
"Dad tried to strangle me, but I broke out and ran to Clara. If you tell Dad about this, who knows what he'll do to you John."
"But I have to tell him Harry. I-I just know that I have too."
"Alright John, if you must, it's your choice, j-just be careful ok? I can't stay to protect you, I am already late for Clara. I love you John."
"Love you too Harry, Have fun"
"Oh I will."
Harry winked at John, whom gave her a nervous smile in return, he sat on her bed, until he heard the front door open and close.
He stood at the top of the stairs and cleared his throat going over in his head what he could say to his Father. As he made his way slowly to the kitchen, he could hear his Dad copping up something, John… John entered the kitchen, his Dad looked up from copping up carrots
"Hey John! Home just in time for dinner"
"There is something I have to tell you Dad."
John!
"Everything ok kiddo?"
"I'm seeing someone."
"ohhhh, my baby boy out in the dating world are we?"
Not putting down the knife, John's Dad came over and ruffled his hair playfully, John decided to blurt it out, just like with Harry. Easiest and best way.
"It's a guy who I'm seeing Dad, not a girl."
The hair ruffling stopped suddenly
"What?"
"His name is Sh-"
JOHN
"WHAT?! You are seeing a guy?"
John looked up to see Dad looking very angry, his face a pure red, the knife now with the point against his stomach
"What in the world did I do to deserve not one but two gay children?!"
"Dad, it's not as bad, I'm still the same kid I-I"
The point dug deeper in through his jumper, Dad now having a form grip on his bicep
"Listen here, you little smut. I-"
JOHN!
John sat up with a scream, he felt the tears on his cheeks, how his arms shook, until another pair came around him… Sher…
"John, are you ok? You started twitching then shaking, I was worried you wouldn't stop. I was shouting your name."
"Yeah, I'm ok."
John could feel Sherlock's face against his back, and hear a muffle of words.
John moved to lie down back on the bed, their arms and legs still tangled together.
"We can always be late for school, or even miss out on a day."
John felt a smile teasing on his lips
"Sher, I've only just started at that school, I can't miss out on a day, not just yet, but, I suppose I could be late."
Sherlock chuckled, pulling him close, smelling his perfume, getting his hand tangled in his hair, a brief touch of the lips, the special share of body heat, John slowly fell back to sleep.
John had no idea what time it was when he woke up, he didn't care, Sherlock was in his arms. Of course school was important but the Christmas holidays were a couple of weeks away anyway, people were even already gone on holidays. John snuggled back into Sherlock's now snoring embrace, just about to drift off when his phone vibrated on the table, John carefully reached for it, doing is best to stay in the embrace and not wake Sherlock, it was Harry…
John, what happened?! Dad's not home… Nor are you, are you ok?
What? Tried calling his work? I'm with Sherlock.
Ohhhh is that his name? ;) Dad won't speak to me after you know what. I doubt to you either. I'll call you soon, got to go.
Ok, love you, be safe.
Ditto.
John was grateful Harry wasn't too concerned about school, but John was also now concerned about Dad. Where is he? Also how was he gonna tell Harry what happened? Placing his phone back down on the nightstand, he pulled Sherlock close not wanting to leave, knowing what problems laid ahead when he would rise.
The previous two weeks leading up to Christmas went by in a blur, school, John's Dad hasn't returned, Harry now the temporary legal guardian of John, he had spending a lot more time with Sherlock, in 221B and the Secret Place, of course life has its ups and downs, but now that is was Christmas, everyone surrounded by the fire, Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Greg, Harry, Clara, and even Mrs. Hudson, the landlady ('not your housekeeper'). John was jolted from his thoughts to feel a pair of thin arms around his waist and a whisper in his ear
"Merry Christmas John, I know it has been hard for you these past two weeks, but I wanted to let you know that I'll be here for you."
Sherlock held out a small box for John
"Oh, Sher, you shouldn't of."
"Oh, but I did John."
With a chuckle John took the box and let the wrapping fall to the floor, opening the lid he found sheets, carefully folded, on them, a song, the title, Just for John
"When's everyone's gone, I'll play it just for you, just for you John."
John turned around in the embrace, to hug Sherlock
"Thank you, Sher."
John stood on his tippy toes for a kiss, which Sherlock tangled a hand in his hair and gave him a passionate kiss, when it ended, John looked over towards the tree
"I have something for you too, Sher."
John walked towards the tree and grabbed the present for Sherlock, he held it out for the teen with a confused face.
Sherlock unwrapped it and chuckled, John had brought him a skull, he didn't know why, he saw it in the shops and thought of Sherlock, his phone background, now imitating John...
"Oh, John, you shouldn't of."
"Oh, but I did Sher."
Sherlock chuckled and placed the skull on the mantle piece, it fit perfectly there.
"I saw it in the shops, a-and I thought of you, and maybe every time you see it, you could think of m-me."
Sherlock grinned at John and hugged him, even again lifting him off the ground
"Oh John Watson you keep me right"
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
Sherlock let John back down to the ground again and cleared his throat, John looked around the room, his eyes falling upon Mrs. Hudson who winked at him, he felt his cheeks burn.
After tea, more presents, Mrs. Hudson was the first to retire to her apartment below then Mycroft and Greg went back to Greg's place, then after a wink and a quick word from Harry, Clara and Harry went back home, so now it was just Sherlock and John by the fire.
"Well John, I believe I have to keep my word."
Sherlock reached for his violin, as he did he looked up, seeing the mistletoe John has sneakily placed there before
"Oh, John, I believe you know the tradition of the, uh, mistletoe?"
"Yes, I do Sher."
Sherlock cleared his throat and faced John, placing both hands around Johns neck, then leaned in closer, John placed his hands on Sherlock's waist. At first it was just teasing, then Sherlock closed the distance, tender and soft, Sherlock broke it and whispered
"How about that song?"
John bit his lip
"Sure"
Sherlock beamed, John couldn't help but beam back.
Sherlock reached over for his violin and John took his place sitting down by the fire, facing Sherlock, who was faced toward the window, and put the bow to strings, he closed his eyes, he seemed to be distant but yet right there, the medley was beautiful, and was just for him, at times it went down, sadder tones, then quickly went back to its lighter, happier tune, after who knows how long, the music stopped an Sherlock opened his eyes, John stood and walked over to Sherlock and wrapped his arms around his waist, looking out the window, on his tippy toes over Sherlock's shoulder, it had been snowing, which was indeed very rare sight in London.
"T-that was amazing Sher. Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me John. I was giving you what you wanted."
John tried his best to hide a smirk on his lips
"Do you know what else I want, Sher?"
"Maybe."
Sherlock turned around in the embrace and placed his hands on the back of John's neck and leaned in, John slowly rising on his tippy toes, their lips met, at first it was soft, then it was deep and passionate, John nibbled softly on the bottom of Sherlock's lip, who gave a gasp of surprise, when it broke, Sherlock whispered
"Merry Christmas, John."
"Merry Christmas, Sher."
Both started chuckling cheekily by the fire
John bit his lip
"Hey, um, Sher, would it be ok if I stayed the night again? Because I think would like the house to herself tonight, but, but only if its ok with y-you, I mean I-"
"Of course you can stay the night John."
John grinned
"Thank you Sher."
Sherlock grinned back
"Don't worry about it."
"I'm just going to go change."
John gestured to Sherlock's bedroom
"Go for it."
John headed for it, hoping the spare clothes were still there, they were, John gave a sigh of relief and shut the door behind him.
When John shut the door, Sherlock went to the kitchen and opened up the cupboard and picked up the mug hiding the letter from Richard Brook, grabbing it, he whipped out his phone and put in the numbers to contact the mysterious man
Sherlock couldn't think of what to say, he had to be quick
Free in the new years? –SH
Sherlock couldn't think of anything else, but gave a slight jump of surprise when his back pocket vibrated
Yes, obviously – RB
Sherlock scowled at the letters on the screen, that was his line. Obviously.
What time are you free to meet up? –SH
January 6th, 12pm, your place. –RB
Sherlock fretted his place? How was he going to convince John to leave?
I hardly think that's appropriate place to meet up. –SH
Yes, you do. –RB
Oh and if you don't mind I have a friend coming with me. –RB
Who? –SH
A woman, you could say The Woman. –RB
Fine, see you then. –SH
Sherlock was about to put in a final line, but voice broke him out of his thoughts
"Who are you texting?"
Sherlock whipped around to see John in his pajamas, and bed socks, …so adorable… Sherlock couldn't help but smile at the sight
"Mycroft."
Sherlock hated lying to John, but it slipped out before he could stop it.
"Oh, cool, give him my Christmas wishes."
John gave Sherlock a quick smile
"Of course."
John turned on the kettle, to make some tea, for both of them, grabbing to mugs and tea bags, Sherlock stuffed the letter in his back pocket with his phone, all of a sudden nervous.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."
John gave Sherlock a quizzical look
"I'm, I'm just going to change."
Sherlock swiftly strode into his bedroom, and shut the door behind him and leaned against it, quickly shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts on Richard Brook, he would solve this soon enough.
Changing into his fluffiest pajamas he went into the living room, sitting in his chair, facing John, Sherlock finally felt contempt. Sitting by the fire with his boyfriend, warm up of tea in his hands made by him, Sherlock suddenly remembered something
"Oh, John, there is one more thing."
In one swift move, Sherlock placed his mug on the table and went over to the Christmas tree, grabbing the present tucked away, where he knew John wouldn't find it, John placed his cup down on the small table beside him, Sherlock quickly passed the present to John then curling up in his chair doing his best his face, Sherlock did indeed buy him the most stupid, fluffiest jumper he had ever laid his eyes on, Sherlock had seen it walking home from school, (not deciding to take a taxi, and looking for presents.)
It was a creamy color with little hedgehogs all over it.
John face lit up when he saw what Sherlock had gotten him, and he put it on, messing up his blonde hair, Sherlock wanted to just smother him with kisses.
"Thank you, Sher, it's wonderful."
Sherlock lifted his head from hiding
"Really?"
"Yes, Sher, really. I, um, have something for you too."
John rose and went to the tree, having to get down on his hands and knees to reach for the something.
It was indeed a present.
"T-thank you John."
John just sat back down in his seat, with a cheeky grin on his face
Sherlock slowly opened to see, indeed a stupid, but yet adorable fluffy jumper, and on top of that a flyer, for ballet classes.
Sherlock held up the flyer, unsure what to make of it.
"Hm, Sher, I saw that on the way to rugby trails on the last week of school, I remember you told me that uh, you love dancing, always loved it, no matter what type, and that I think you should give it a go, Sher."
Sherlock stared at the flyer.
"Hm, ok John, why not."
John grinned at Sherlock, he placed the flyer down on the table beside his cup of tea.
Sherlock picked up the carefully folded jumper, this fluffy bundle was a maroon color and had little skulls woven into the fabric, Sherlock smiled and put it on, messing up his uncontrollable curls, John chuckled, by putting on the jumper, his curls now covered up his vision, shaking them out, Sherlock couldn't help but laugh, this was the best Christmas Eve yet.
"Merry Christmas, Sher."
"Merry Christmas, John."
And with that John leaned over to Sherlock chair, and tangled his hand in Sherlock's curls, he knew exactly what that meant. Serlock placed his hands around the back of John's neck and pulled him closer, then closing the distance between their mouths. It was a tangle of hands legs, stupid jumpers… Yep, definitely the best Christmas Eve yet.
*Authors Note Please Read* Well, well, well guys there you have it! That is Part One complete of this story (Well, John isn't exactly the new kid anymore now is he?) Part Two shall be called The New Case, and I am working on it right now, as you read this, so like always new chapter next week, its gonna be awesome, Richard Brook and The Woman (See where I'm going with this, the character The Woman, eh? Eh?) More Sherlock+John moments, ballet classes, rugby, the fabulous stupidity from Anderson and Sally, Mycroft being a Drama Queen (I don't know how Greg puts up with him…) All that and loads more, as always, any ideas, thoughts, or other shananigans is MUCH APRECIATED!
Love you all, mwah! –allthewaysweets xoxo