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Chapter 2~Mood swings
He still continues... And the more it happens the more angry I get at him. He doesnt seem to know why or what he's been doing these past eight months. There are times we have our 'normal' times: Me finding fingers in the honey jar in the microwave and telling him he's going down to by a new one while he tells me that we could just make our own in the small back garden or in 221C. But it only last's untill Sherlock leaves. Then I become sad, depressed, wanting, lustfull, enraged, & excited all at once. I've been having more mood swings then an hormone filled pregnet teenage girl. Every night he says something...I love you John...My John...And when he continues not to remember...'This cant go on' I tell myself sitting on the sofa, at 3:00 in the morning. Yeah can you believe it? and I complain that it's Sherlock's fault I cant sleep. Whenever I do drift off it always happens though... "John!" I hear Sherlock frigthened vocie. "Sherlock!" I yell back running to his room. I find Sherlock shivering and jerking around in his bed, covered in sweat. I run over to him, scoot him over, sit up next to him and hold him. I try to keep up with his mumbling. "John I'm sorry!...I dont know what I...Please dont leave...!" He shakes violenetly, sobbing. "Shh Sherlock. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." I coo to Sherlock, rubbing small circles on his back. He slowly takes deep breaths and curls around me. Dont get me wrong I'm a bit surprised. Well more the a bit. But holding Sherlock like this quickly dispells the surprise and I find this calming. "My John..." I snap my eyes open and quickly look at the for sure sleeping Sherlock. I scan the room. 'What the hell...?' I shake it off and fall asleep.
Next morning
I wake up with a jump. I find myself in my room and on my nightstand another small note.
Thank you for last night. I dont know what go into me. Didnt have time to make tea, went down to Bart's. Be home soon~Sherlock
P.S. Were out of milk.
I smile. Some how we already sound married. I start getting ready for work and knock over the note to see something else written on the back
Saturday. No work John.
My smile grows. 'Mind reader...' I slip in to a pair of house pants and go downstairs. "John your up." I jump a little at Sherlock's vocie as I enter the living room. "Jeez Sherlock! Are you trying to kill me? I thought you were out..." I mumble and continue walking over to my armchair. He doesnt say anything so I look over to him and he has this wolf look smirk. "Sherlock..?" I ask, a bit scared. Something seems...off. Sherlock walks over to me and stradles my lap. "Sherlock!" I gasp in surprise. "What-I..." My thoughts cant make a single sentence. I think to push him but all that strenght jumps out the window as he grinds aganist me. "Fuck..." I breath, griping the arms of the chair. "*Tsk Tsk* John such a nasty mouth." Sherlock moans and grinds again. I bite my lip, forbiding myself to make any nosie. Sherlock captures my lips in a hot spark filled kiss. "John I dont understand what I did but you are my-!" My head snaps back to see Sherlock standing in the door way with a bag containing milk. I look between the Sherlock standing in the door and the one above me. The Sherlock sitting on me has a smirk while the one by the door looks pissed!