Hey, sorry I'm late again, but I had no idea of how to continue and I was busy because of school. I made a presentation and I had to talk about it in front of 4 or 5 classes and teachers (and I did it, luckily), and then a new fandom took over me - Once upon a time. It's really awesome and I just had to watch and watch and watch to know how does it end and it still continued and continued, and... well, you probably know how it feels when you find a new fandom :D But here you go, here's the next chapter, finally ;)
Story: (Un)hidden Love
Chapter 5: Love is not a weakness
By: Mischel
It was one day after John left Mycroft and agreed with spying Sherlock. Mycroft woke up, ate his breakfast and took his tea. As usual he sat into his favorite armchair and started to think. Suddenly his phone rang and he took it to look what was it.
"Ahh," smiled he "Seems John makes his job," he read the message and leant back into his armchair. So Sherlock is in love. John noticed it too. He was nice and cheerful all the morning and he went shopping, which is weird enough for Sherlock. And, he made a breakfast. So he certainly has to be in love.
And then as soon as his smile appeared on his face, it disappeared again. Because he realized something. He was jealous. Jealous at his younger brother. Because he apparently found his true love already and he still hasn't. He's still alone, and even when he claims that he isn't, he is alone. He always says that he doesn't mind, but now, when even Sherlock is in love, he maybe has that feeling of... maybe he just wants to, he wishes he could know how it feels to be loved. How it feels to have someone who understands you, who knows you, and you know him. Someone you could kiss.
Not that Mycroft was always alone. No. Once he had love. He certainly wasn't a virgin as his brother was. Or was he no longer? The corners of his lips slightly twitched up. Because what if Sherlock wasn't a virgin anymore? What if he...
"No, can't be," Mycroft muttered and drank a bit of his tea. Should he take another spy for Sherlock? No, his brother would notice, he was certain of this. Sherlock would notice that he is being spied. But, when the spy is his dear friend John, he wouldn't notice in a million years.
In some way, Mycroft maybe knew who Sherlock's love was. He couldn't be sure, but when he looked at his brother's behavior when he is with John Watson, it was a proof. His acting. John apparently hasn't noticed yet, but Mycroft thought that Sherlock is in love with John. Because who else would it be? Molly? No, he knew that Molly loved Sherlock, but Sherlock definitely didn't love Molly. She was just his friend. Maybe he didn't even notice that she loves him, because well, he is Sherlock Holmes. The smartest man in England and maybe in the world (after Mycroft of course), but love? No, in love was Sherlock totally lost.
So if Sherlock is in love, and if it's John, he could learn something about love. And if it really was John? Well, the next message Mycroft is about to get was certainly a proof of it.
xoXOXox
It was almost twenty minutes, and David was still crying. David was still crying, John was still comforting him, and Sherlock, which was really weird, was still sitting in the sofa, looking at the newspapers, and he wasn't moving. When John looked at him, and saw the expression Sherlock had, he got worried. Sherlock didn't look well, and John thought that he really wasn't.
John didn't want to, but he had to send David back home. First, David needed to rest, and second, John wanted to be alone with Sherlock to ask him what happened. So as soon as David was gone, John went to still unmoving, stunned Sherlock and looked over his shoulder. When he read the message, his eyes widened.
"So," he said, "so you have? A boyfriend, I mean?" John smiled. He was glad that Sherlock wasn't alone after all, but he also felt something like sorrow inside his heart. Maybe he would be glad if he was Sherlock's boyfriend. But that was completely ridiculous, he wasn't a gay. At least he always said that to himself. But he still couldn't get rid of that feeling that Sherlock should be, that he is someone more for him than just a friend.
But when John realized what that message was saying, he realized that this wasn't a game. This was far from a game. This was really serious. So Jim Moriarty, was threatening Sherlock that he will kill his boyfriend as he - because it had to be him - threatened David and Nick, and then... he killed Nick. But there's no way that Sherlock would allow someone to kill his boyfriend. No, Sherlock would protect him.
And now John realized something more. Moriarty apparently knew, who was Sherlock's boyfriend. He knew it and John didn't? What? How?
"Erm," John said when Sherlock was still quiet, "How does Moriarty know about your boyfriend?" he asked. But Sherlock still didn't move and still remained quiet. John sighed. He knelt in front of Sherlock, carefully took the newspapers away from him and put his hands on Sherlock's tensed shoulders. "It's going to be okay, Sherlock. You don't need to worry, we will protect him," John whispered.
Sherlock's eyes were all the time looking somewhere in front of him, into nothing. He had a few tears in eyes, but apparently was doing his best to stop them. But now, his eyes suddenly looked at John, right into his trustful eyes and he felt safe as he has never before. He felt everything, he could sence everything, John.
John was still kneeling in front of Sherlock and Sherlock was looking into his eyes. Suddenly the door opened and in the same time, Sherlock threw his arms around John's shoulders and squeezed, burrying his head into John's neck.
"Oh, John," exclaimed Mrs Hudson who opened the door just a second ago, happily, "So you finally asked him? Oh," she smiled and put her hands on her heart.
"What?" John asked fearfully "No, no Mrs Hudson, you got that wrong," he said, but with Sherlock still hanging around his shoulders and Mrs Hudson already going away, he had no chance.
"I have to call all my friends and tell them this lovely new," John just heard from the distance and his eyes widened a bit, but when he realized that Sherlock was still hugging him, and that he actually did show some feelings, he didn't care. He just wrapped his arms around Sherlock and squeezed too, to comfort his friend. Sherlock always claimed that he has no feelings and that feelings just bother you. But John knew that Sherlock had some feelings. He just didn't want to show them, he was afraid. Maybe he didn't want to seem weak. Even though In John's eyes he would never be weak.
"I," Sherlock whispered against John's neck and sniffed a bit, "This is my first time, John," he said, he had closed eyes all the time, "My first time being in love with someone, and-" he took a deep breath, feeling the scent of John and exhaling again, "and I don't want to lose y-him," he said and burried his head back into John's shoulder, his black curles tickling John on his neck.
"I know, Sherlock, I understand," John whispered and smiled. Somehow he enjoyed being so close to Sherlock. He didn't know why, but it just felt right.
They stayed like this a few more seconds, hugging each other, but suddenly Sherlock pulled away, stood up, put on his usual clever-face and as if nothing just happened he took his scarf, coat and exclaimed: "We need to go to Molly to see that corpse,"
John was just sitting there and when he finally recovered from the state of shock, Sherlock was already pulling his collar up and opening the door.
"Hey, wait," John laughed and jumped up to take his jacket and hurry after Sherlock. It was really ridiculous. Sherlock has just, just for a minute, but he actually has shown John that he has feelings and that he can be vulnerable. That he is a human. And as soon as the minute ended, he hid all the feeling back into his mind palace into a room called 'dangerous stuff' and as if nothing just happened continued to live like Sherlock Holmes. A man without feelings, a man that didn't want to admit that he feels something.
But despite this all, John adored Sherlock. He really did.
xoXOXox
As soon as they walked out of the house, Sherlock called for a taxi and they both sat inside. John looked at Sherlock who was looking out of the window, and secretly started to write a text to Mycroft.
SH has a boyfriend, not a girlfriend.
And JM wants him dead.
We're heading to Molly.
JW
"What are you writing?" Sherlock suddenly asked and John hid his phone immediately in his pocket.
"Actually, nothing important," he answered, smiling a bit. He expected Sherlock to say something, like that it was obvious that it was important, but Sherlock just nodded slightly and turned to look out on the road again. He wasn't acting like his usual self, and that made John worried.
He sighed and put a hand on Sherlock's shoulder again. "It's going to be fine, you know," he said, but Sherlock remained quiet. It seemed he was tensed and John wasn't sure what that caused, but he put his hand back anyway. Sherlock sighed a bit, but didn't look at John.
"So," John started again: "Regardless everything what's happening right now..." he looked at Sherlock again "You really have... a boyfriend?" John tried to smile, but he knew that if Sherlock sees him now, he wouldn't be much convinced. And Sherlock wasn't smiling either. He wanted to, but not when John wasn't his boyfriend yet and when Moriarty wanted them dead.
"No," whispered Sherlock, "I mean yes, but no. It's... it's complicated." he sighed again.
"Ok," John said "And, do I know him?" he asked.
Sherlock remained silent, and then quiet: "Maybe?" he said. John wanted to ask how does he look like or who it was, but suddenly Sherlock opened the door and walked out so quickly that John didn't even notice it. When he looked out, he realized that they were already there. So he jumped out of the car and quickly followed Sherlock who was already opening the door to St. Bartholomew's Hospital.
