Ok, I'm so sorry for the delay again. But I had to literally slap myself to stop watching another episode of Supernatural. Yup, another fandom, I know. I feel like once the school ended I started to watch everything. Every fandom I ever knew! :DD Ok, but here's the next chapter for you guys, I really hope there aren't any serious grammar mistakes :)

Story: (Un)hidden Love
Chapter 7: Love Dilemma
By: Mischel


The long way home wasn't really the one Sherlock would wish. John was still annoying, even more than before. He wanted to know exactly who was Sherlock's boyfriend and he wanted to know why Moriarty knew about him and he didn't. And why Sherlock didn't tell him, how does he look like and who he actually is, the name and everything.

It was horrible.

But John had his reasons. After what Moriarty said, it was nearly impossible to put one and one together. He knew that it was him who was Sherlock in love with. And he didn't deny that he was flattered. No he didn't. That he was even happy, maybe. But certainly he wasn't mad or anything. No, he actually liked it. After all those unexplainable feeling he had when he was near Sherlock or when Sherlock said he had a boyfriend, and after he just realized that it was him, his boyfriend, he liked it. He really did.

And it wasn't just because he knew that Sherlock loved him, it was because he somehow realized that he loves him too. All this time, Sherlock was the man he was looking for, not any other girl, it was him all along.

And the thing that warmed John's heart the most was that Sherlock almost collapsed when he found out that someone wants to hurt his boyfriend. Well, him. That he was so sad that he actually let himself to show he had feelings, that he can feel, that he is a man. An ordinary man. Extremely clever, but ordinary man.

And why was he so annoying about all this 'boyfriend thing'? It was because he wanted Sherlock to tell him that he was in love with him. He wanted sherlock to admit it to himself and to him. He didn't know why, he just wanted to hear Sherlock saying it. So he kept asking and asking, wondering (aloud of course) why Moriarty knew and he didn't, if Sherlock told him about his boyfriend or if he just somehow figured it out.

And Sherlock? Well, he almost thought that John figured it out himself after what Moriarty said, but it seemed as if he didn't. So Sherlock remained silent. He didn't say anything. He was still afraid. If John was so mad about him being in love with someone, what if he would refuse to be his boyfriend after he finds out it's him? And Sherlock really didn't want that. Rather to love him secretly.

By the time they reached Baker street, it was late afternoon and once they closed the door behind them at 221B, it all started again.

"Are you actually going to tell me something? Anything?" John asked, staring at Sherlock not for the first time that day.

"You can deduce it yourself, John," Sherlock answered and went to get his violin. He wanted to play to distract himself. That way John kept asking and asking even more confirmed Sherlock in not telling him. So he just stood in front of the window, looking out of it and playing the violin. He played a sad melody, because he didn't want to be happy. Moriarty was threatening him and John who even didn't know about it and he had to protect him. He just had to.

He kept playing and playing, not listening to John's talking. He didn't want to listen. Because if he was saying anything, it had to be about him and his boyfriend, so about John himself. And he didn't want to listen to him. So he was just playing a sad melody, looking out of the window, thinking.

The sky darkened, grey clouds filled the view and it started to rain.

xoXOXox

After another half an hour of demanding the answers from Sherlock, playing violin and the rain pouring against the window, John gave it up and sat into his armchair. He was just watching Sherlock, his face, hands, violin. His movements. And he wondered if this man has ever felt love before. Probably not, he was alone. Just him and his brother Mycroft, mom and dad. And that was all. He had such a great mind, with no one to share it with.

John sighed. He shouldn't have asked so much. But how else could he make him to just say it? Admit it? That he, John Watson, is the man of his heart?

Suddenly the door opened and Mrs Hudson went in with a tray in her hands. There was a cake and tea. Lots of tea. She smiled at them both and laid the tray on the table in front of the sofa. "Oh, boys," she smiled at them "I didn't think you would decide to do that so early, but why to wait forever?" she said. Then she took the cup of tea and handed it to John.

"Mrs Hudson, you don't understand, we're on a case, very serious case," John tried to explain, but he was interrupted as usual.

"Oh, I know, marriage changes people. It's a big deal, I can tell - "

"But there's no marriage Mrs Hudson, no one is marrying anyone," John said, but took the tea anyway and drank a bit of it. It was very tasty, Mrs Hudson had to be really happy to make them such a wonderful tea. He drank a bit more and looked at her. She was just looking at him, Sherlock, and then him again.

"Oh, I get it," she suddenly said, "You want to make a secret wedding?" she smiled "Oh, boys, you should have said that earlier, I've already told Mycroft, Sherlock's parents and yours too, John," she said.

John almost choked in the tea for the second time this week and looked at her with panic in his eyes. "You have... what?" The sound of Sherlock's violin stopped and he looked at John and then at Mrs Hudson. She felt guilty.

"I'm so sorry, John, I didn't know you wanted to do this secretly, otherwise I wouldn't call anyone," she said. "Wait," she went to the cake, cut two parts of it, put it on two little plates and gave it to John and Sherlock, who took it without a word, too stunned to say a anything. She smiled a bit. "Eat that cake, I made it specially for you two. Oh! And I almost forgot," she said "I have some work to do, enjoy your cake!" she just called as she was already leaving the room.

John was sitting, looking at the cake and tea in his hands, and Sherlock was looking at John. After a while, John looked into Sherlock's eyes; Sherlock was still looking at him. Then John stood up, put the tea back on the table and turned to Sherlock. "Well, I think you will have to tell your boyfriend that Mrs Hudson wants you to marry... me," he watched Sherlock's face who was just looking at him, apparently still speechless.

"Hm?" John pursed his lips a bit "Nothing?" waiting for his answer, but Sherlock remained quiet. "Ok, I think I go to bed." with that, John took his part of the cake and went upstairs to his room.

Sherlock just heard John's door closing. He put the cake back on the table and sat back to his armchair. How is he supposed to tell his boyfriend about the fact that Mrs Hudson wants him to marry John, when John is his boyfriend? Well, almost, he doesn't even know about it. He would have to propose to him. But how is he supposed to tell John that he is in love with him? Especially in this messed up situation?

It was already dark when he looked out of the window, into the rain. He felt even more lonely. All he wanted was just to hug John, tell him that he loves him, touch him, kiss him... but he was afraid. And that was almost driving him mad.

Sherlock didn't know how long he was sitting there, just holding his violin, looking out of the window and thinking. Thinking about John. All he knew was that he heard the shower a long time ago. It was a few minutes after midnight. Slowly, he stood up and went upstairs. He opened the door to John's room. As soon as he heard his friend's soft snoring against the pillow, he relaxed and smiled. He didn't even realize that he was tensed, when he relaxed.

On the table next to John's bed was the cake. It was eaten, now only with a fork left on the small plate. Sherlock was watching John a while, smiling. He was half asleep. Then he finally closed the door and went to his own room to rest.

xoXOXox

Sherlock was first to wake up. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock. It was almost 9 am. He frowned and sat up. Great, he overslept. Since when did he do that? He never overslept.

It was a doorbell that woke him up. So he stood up, unhappy that he had to stand up, and while he was going down the stairs, he called "John, wake up, we overslept!" then he went down to open the door.

When he opened, he wasn't happy any more. It was David who decided to pay them a visit.

When David saw Sherlock with his black messy hair and sleepy eyes, not even changed to normal daily clothes he immediately started to apologize "Erm, I'm sorry Mr Holmes for disturbing you, I thought you might be awake already-"

"What do you want?" Sherlock asked grumpily.

"I just wanted to ask if you know anything more about Nick's murder?" David asked, but he backed off a bit. He really wasn't sure if he came in the right time.

"Look," Sherlock said "I really don't have time for this. Someone was just threatening your boyfriend, and he had to kill himself otherwise the man who was threatening Nick would kill you instead, so he jumped under the bus. Case. Closed." with that Sherlock smiled a bit, and closed the door. He really wasn't in a good mood this morning and with David around it wouldn't make any better either.

He didn't know for sure how did Moriarty manage to kill Nick, but this was the best explanation Sherlock could come up. If it was even more complicated and he would find out how it really was, he would call David back, but now he really didn't want him in his and John's flat. He didn't have time for this case, he had to look after John and his health.

Speaking of, he didn't see John in the kitchen when he came back to their flat. So he went back upstairs to wake John up and make him breakfast. As soon as he opened the door, his eyes widened and his mouth opened. Moriarty was right when he said that his time with John was running out. Because the window was opened, the room was vacant, and most importantly,

John was gone.