Ok guys, whoever is following this, here's the second chapter :)

Story: (Un)hidden Love
Chapter 2: The Plan is on
By: Mischel


After about twenty minutes the car finally stopped, and John Watson went out on the pavement. He walked into the building, where he knew Mycroft was waiting for him. The woman, who was with him in the car, always texting, never interested in anything else, was walking in front of him and stopped in front of a familiar door. John opened it and walked in. What a surprise, Mycroft was sitting there, in his armchair and waiting for John to come.

"Good afternoon, Doctor Watson," he greeted.

"Afternoon? It's night Mycroft, bloody night!" John said, irritated; still he sat into the sofa next to him and waited for Mycroft to say something.

"This is important, John," Mycroft replied and clasped his hands together under his chin, just like Sherlock always did. When John remained quiet and just raised his eyebrow to show he's still waiting, Mycroft continued "It's about my dear brother, Sherlock."

"Of course, who else this would be about?" John answered and took a cup of tea, that was on the table next to his armchair. He wasn't very interested, but when it was about Sherlock, he would at least listen what was Mycroft on about.

Mycroft didn't wait any longer and said what he wanted to, right when John started to drink his tea "I think Sherlock is in love." In that exact moment John tried his best not to vomit all of the liquid he had in mouth onto the man, sitting in front of him. But it was really hard. Mycroft just had to say that right when he was drinking, hadn't he?

"Wha-" John said, mouth and chin still wet, because of the tea, that apparently escaped his mouth. He had wet hands and quickly started to wipe them into his trousers. He will wash them tomorrow, after all. "What?" he repeated, still not believing "You think that Sherlock, our Sherlock," he swallowed the rest of the tea "is in love? And you're serious?"

"Obviously I am," Mycroft said and continued "I know my brother, John, I know when something's wrong with him. And as I've been watching, I deduced that he is in love."

"But... how?" John asked "I mean, I thought that Sherlock has never had any kind of relationship, at least he didn't tell me about any-"

"Moriarty calls him a 'virgin'," Moriarty muttered.

John's eyes narrowed "and is he? Is he virgin? Has he ever had any relationship? A girlfriend... boyfriend..."

"No, he hasn't." Sherlock's brother answered "As far as I know, he has never had anyone. It was always just him, Sherlock alone."

"He told me he's married to his work," John smiled a bit. When Sherlock said he doesn't have any girlfriend or boyfriend, John felt something like... hope. But he would never admit it. He almost forgot that feeling, until now. But Sherlock with someone? Is that even possible?

"And that is why I want you to watch him, carefully, and tell me about anything unusual you might notice." Mycroft said and smiled with his typical smile.

"Wait," John raised his hand "You want me to spy him? He wouldn't be very happy if he finds out and I think he will."

"John, do you want to know who is my brother's friend, or not?" Mycroft asked and drank a bit of his tea. He placed the cup back on the table and waited for the answer.

John didn't know what to do. He wanted to know who's Sherlock going out with, and he wanted to know why he didn't tell him, but on the other hand, he didn't want to disturb his friend's privacy. He decided at last "Ok, I will watch him, but just because I'm curious, not because you told me so," he said and stood up.

"I'm glad you've been helpful, Doctor Watson," Mycroft smiled and stood up as well. He reached his hand and gave him his telephone number "Just in case," he said and John nodded. Then he walked out, back to the pavement and to the car. It was cold outside, and the moon was already shining. John looked up to the sky, full of beautiful sparkling stars, and smiled.

"Sherlock in love?" he whispered. "Oh God, that's going to be funny," He went into the car, and waited till it reached Baker street.

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As soon as Sherlock tidied up his mess, he went to the window and looked out. John wasn't there. He opened the window and smelled the clear air. His room was still stinking and he didn't want to get John irritated again. He wanted him to be happy. So he let the smell to go out throught the opened window. It was almost an hour and John still wasn't back home. Sherlock got worried about him. He didn't want anything to happen to his John.

After another five minutes of waiting, he gave it up and sat into his armchair. He looked in front of him at the empty, John's armchair. It felt somehow wrong, when it was empty.

"You know, John," Sherlock whispered "It's lonely here without you," he stood up again and slowly walked to John's armchair. Then he turned around and slowly sat there, instead of John. It felt... different, than when he was sitting in his own armchair. Maybe because this one was John's.

My John, Sherlock smiled. The room was filled with cool, clear air, but still he could smell John, when he was thinking about him and sitting in his armchair.

Sherlock inhaled deeply and then exhaled. Yes, he felt John. And he was glad, that even when John isn't there he can feel him. He missed him. It was just an hour or so, but he missed him already. His smile, face, jumper. It really felt lonely when John wasn't there.

After a while, Sherlock stood up again and walked to the window, to look out. Still there was no one. Just an empty street. Baker street. Sherlock turned around and took his violin. He put it gently onto his left shoulder, took the bow and placed it on the strings. Then he slowly started to play. It wasn't very happy melody. But it wasn't very sad either. It was just gentle playing about him and John, about their friendship. About the feeling Sherlock had everytime, when John was gone. About how much he loved him and how much he wishes them to be more than friends. But it was about the fear Sherlock had too. About the fear he felt whenever he thought about telling John about his feelings. He was afraid to tell him. He was afraid that John would reject him. And that was the only thing Sherlock didn't want to happen.

Sherlock was still playing violin, when the doors opened and John walked in. He was really tired after the late-night adventure and all he wanted to do was just to take a hot shower and to cuddle in his warm blanket in his soft bed and finally get some sleep. He seemed pleased that the smell was finally gone, but it was cool inside.

"It's cool here," he stated matter of factly. Sherlock immediately put his violin away and went to close the window. He didn't want John to catch a cold.

"Yes, I opened the window to get rid of that horrible smell," Sherlock said and smiled "Where have you been?" he added and turned to John, that was already on his way to the bathroom.

"Me?" John asked "Yeah, I... I was, I just needed to go to clear air, so I took a walk along the Baker street and into the city," John didn't wait for any response and went into the bathroom "I'll take a shower and then I go to sleep," he just called and disappeared behind the door.

Sherlock smirked. He knew that John was lying. He just didn't want him to know where he was. It didn't seem that John was much walking, Sherlock deduced from John's trousers and boots. He was far away, but he had to take a cab.

Sherlock heard the water starting to fall down, in John's shower, so he returned to his violin and started to play again. He played a happy melody, because John was home again, and Sherlock felt happy, when John was there with him. He played and played, another half an hour perhaps, and then he finally stopped. He put his violin back on its right place and went upstairs. Slowly, he opened the door to John's room, to look, if John was already sleeping, or not.

He slowly and quietly went inside and saw John, lying on his bed, with moon's light shining on his blond hair. He was fast asleep, snoring quietly and comfortably into his pillow, underneath his head. Sherlock smiled. He couldn't believe it. John was so beautiful when he was sleeping. So cute. He looked so natural and he seemed to be happy. Sherlock took a step forward, and then another. When John seemed to be still sleeping, he went slowly to his bed and looked at John closer. He bent down and gave John a gentle secret kiss on top of his forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my doctor," Sherlock whispered and slowly went out of John's room, closed his door and went into the bathroom to take a shower and then to go to sleep too.


The end of chapter 2! Did you like it? Till next time again ;)