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Story: (Un)hidden Love
Chapter 3: The First Sign
By: Mischel


The first thing John felt as soon as his visit to dream land slowly faded away, was the warm breeze blowing gently onto his face, brushing away the last remains of his sleep. John's eyes fluttered and he slowly opened them. The sun was already shining through his opened window, and he heard some birds tweeting and singing. He slowly and sleepily rolled over to look at his phone. When he saw what the time was, he immediately panicked, but then he realized that it was saturday, and he had a plenty of free time. For himself, cases, Sherlock, and whatever he was about to do today. Honestly, he had no idea, but that was perhaps the fortune of living with a flatmate, named Sherlock Holmes. You probably never get bored, you have always lots of things to do. Solving cases, running for your life, and in the free time, John always writes his blog.

He liked it. The saturday morning, with the feeling as if there was nothing to do. But he couldn't lay in his bed forever, so he slowly sat up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and stood up. He went out of his room and headed to bathroom to brush his teeth and put on new clothes. Then he headed to Sherlock's room to find out, if his friend is still sleeping, but Sherlock's bed was empty. John frowned a bit and walked to the kitchen.

As soon as he was there, he saw Sherlock, sitting at the table, typing something in his laptop. But that wasn't the weirdest thing, John noticed. Sherlock, typing in John's laptop was still alright, even when it was actually John's laptop. But the strangest thing was, that on the table, was a cup of nice hot coffee, with another empty cup for tea, that was on the table too, in a middle-sized teapot, and right next to it was a little plate with roasted toasts. Next to the toasts was a butter with knife, a marmalade with another clean knife, and another plate with another few freshly roasted toasts. Sherlock had the same in front of him, with a little jar of sugar for his coffee. So John's coffee was without sugar, he supposed. Exactly as he liked it.

When Sherlock noticed that John was awake, he put away John's laptop, smiled beautifuly and greeted "Good morning, did you sleep well?" he asked.

"Erm, yeah I did, thanks," John murmured and looked at Sherlock's shining smiley face, then back on the full table, and then back at Sherlock, with suspicious expression "Mrs Hudson?" He just asked and showed on the table in front of him with his forefinger.

"No, why?" Sherlock asked and frowned. Then he smiled again and added "I went shopping and made a breakfast for you, you don't like it?" Sherlock's smile a bit fell.

"No, I like it, I really do," John smiled at him, but took a step backwards "Just... wait a minute," he said and went back to his room. There he took his phone and immediately started to text Mycroft. He was right, Sherlock was obviously in love. He was all happy the whole morning and he made a breakfast for him. That wasn't very usual, and he went shopping! That was certainly a weird thing. Was he ill?

John started to type the letters:

You were right. Sherlock's in love.
He is extremely happy today. He made me
breakfast and went shopping!
JW

He sent the message to Mycroft's number and smiled. He couldn't believe it. Sherlock was really in love. But who was his girlfriend? Or was it boyfriend? John wouldn't be much surprised. Sherlock himself once told him that girls aren't exactly his area. But even when John was happy that Sherlock wasn't lonely, he felt something else. Was it sadness? Could it even be sadness? Why would he be sad, when Sherlock obviously found his soul mate, and he, John Watson, still didn't.

Or was he sad because he was jealous? That is completely ridiculous, John thought immediately. Why would he be jealous? Just because Sherlock found a friend, didn't mean he was about to be jealous, right? Sherlock wasn't alone anymore, and that was a reason to be happy, not a reason for jealousy.

John went out of his room, back into the kitchen and sat to the table. Sherlock put the laptop away again and started to eat his toast "Thanks," John said "for the breakfast" he added and smiled. Sherlock smiled too.

"You're welcome," he said and put sugar into his coffee, then he drank a bit of it and started to eat his toast with marmelade. John took the butter and marmelade and put it onto his own toasts. Then he started to eat too. He didn't know whether it was because he was so hungry, or because Sherlock was a genius, but the toasts were awesome. They tasted wonderful. John smiled with his mouth full of food and ate the rest of them. Then he took one another toast and put again butter and marmalade onto it and ate it as well.

Then John noticed that Sherlock is eyeing him with interest, so he looked at him.

"Do you like it?" Sherlock asked, uncertain. John gave him a big happy smile and nodded.

"Sherlock, they're wonderful," he said. Then he tasted his coffee without sugar, and smiled even more "And this coffee is even more amazing," he said. The smile, that appeared on Sherlock's face was one of those, that said that he was extremely happy that he made his friend happy too. John didn't see this smile too often, but he noticed that Sherlock had this smile just for him. He's never seen Sherlock smiling like this to anyone else, not even Mycroft, Greg and Molly. No, this smile was just his. Just for him. And that made him feel special.

Sherlock took John's laptop again and started to read something. John was watching him, and then he finally asked "What are you reading?" Sherlock looked at him and back at the laptop in front of him.

"Oh, nothing," he said and leaned the laptop to him closer, so it was harder for John to see what was on the screen. John frowned, but then smiled.

"C'mon, what is it?" he asked again and stood to look over Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock looked at him and then back on the screen, he quickly ended the internet and let there just the main screen to be seen. But John was quicker and he catched a glance of what was on the screen previously. And it was his own blog. He smiled playfully "You were reading my blog?" he asked.

"No, no I wasn't," Sherlock quickly said, but his cheeks went red. That was a good reason for suspiciousness "Why would I be reading you blog, it's not very interesting, John," he said and stood up.

"Hey!" John laughed "That wasn't very nice," smiled he and took his laptop to browse the internet history secretly. He didn't expect Sherlock to say something, well, maybe just some mumbling about how boring it was and that his titles were extremely ridiculous, but certainly he didn't expect what Sherlock said then.

"I'm sorry," Sherlock apologized and sat into his armchair, legs crossed. John looked up from his laptop and stared at Sherlock as if he was a complete different person. "What?" Sherlock asked when the staring started to be a bit uncomfortable.

"Are you alright?" John asked, still gaping at him "Aren't you ill?"

"Why would I be ill, John?" Sherlock asked, looking at him confused. John just raised his eyebrows and looked back to his laptop again "Never mind," he coughed a bit. Then he started to browse the internet history and smiled when he found out that Sherlock didn't delete it. He had to be totally in love that he forgot to do that, Usually he always deleted the history, so John couldn't read where was he, but now he didn't and John had to use it as his advantage. He smirked.

He looked once again at Sherlock; he was standing at the window, looking out from it. Great, John looked in his laptop and read. He smiled, satisfied. So Sherlock was reading what has John writen about him when they first met! Ha!

"You were reading about yourself? About what have I writen about you when we first met?" He smiled mischievously and looked at blushing Sherlock, who was already looking at him.

A minute of silence and then quiet "Maybe..." by Sherlock. John smiled again. "But just because I wanted to know when did we first met; I needed the exact date." Sherlock blurted immediately when he saw John's winning expression.

"Of course," John laughed a bit and closed his laptop.

"Really," Sherlock exclaimed and sat back into his armchair. He was restless again. He needed a case.

"As you say, oh great detective," John smirked and sat into his armchair in opposite of Sherlock, that was looking at him again.

"Consulting detective," Sherlock murmured under his breath and smiled a bit.

"So," John started and took the newspapers. He started to read the titles to find out if there was anything interesting. Well, interesting enough for Sherlock to take it"What are we going to do today?" he asked, still reading the newspapers.

"Oh, I don't know," Sherlock said "But I need a case," he stood up again, went to the window and then layed into the sofa and growled from frustration.

"I can see that," John said. Suddenly, as if their wishes fulfilled and someone rang on the bell.

"A client!" Sherlock exclaimed and jumped out of the sofa. John laughed at that. Sherlock was a real genius. The wisest man he has ever met, to be honest, and still he was able to behave as a little child. And there was still a few things in which Sherlock Holmes was lost. He knew almost everything in the world, every map he has ever seen, he had in mind, just because of his 'mind palace'. But things that weren't important for him he didn't remember. He just 'deleted' them. Just like the solar system.

Or love. Sherlock knew the whole chemistry of love, but the real love, was something like unreachable target for him. But maybe not any longer. Because as John saw, and Mycroft deduced, Sherlock was obviously in love.

And that indeed is a reason to be happy, thought John.

...Or was it not?


Till next time! This chapter was up pretty quickly, wasn't it? :) Hope you enjoyed it!