January 30, 2014
Better Than Me—Hinder (3:51)
Sherlock
Honey 'Verse
John
John knew a great many things about life, love and the universe. He wasn't a genius like Sherlock and Mycroft. He'd had to learn what he knew the hard way: experience. He knew that compared to most of the human race he was above average in the intelligence department but he couldn't hold a candle to anyone with the last name of Holmes.
But he loved them. All of them. They were his family. All the family he had left now. Harry had disappeared again. She'd be back when she was desperate enough but that could take awhile.
They deserved better than him. Especially Sherlock. Sherlock deserved someone as pretty as he was. Someone smarter, faster, stronger. That didn't mean he'd give the younger man up though. Sherlock had been his since before he'd been born. Aunt Vi like to say that it had been written in the stars.
Sherlock had scoffed the first time she'd said that but couldn't hide the pleased smile. John had only blushed. He didn't believe in fate usually but there was something about his relationship with Sherlock that was just…destined.
Still…Sherlock deserved more than John. And John knew it. Sherlock deserved the best of everything. And John wasn't the best. He was better than average but he wasn't the best. There was always someone that was a better doctor. A better shot. A better plan maker.
Behind him Sherlock snorted loudly. "You think too loudly, John," he grumbled. "You're the best partner on the planet. Stop fishing for compliments."
John laughed and turned over to face him. "Fine. I give. I love you whether I'm the best or not and I'm not about to give you up just because I'm not good enough."