Starting All Over

by IT girl with wifi

It has been 5 weeks since the death of Mary, Johns beloved wife. Sherlock has taken up the responsibility to take care of his broken friend. Putting his work aside, he's put all his efforts to make him feel better. Their close friends and family have noticed that Sherlock has become protective over John. Has Sherlock changed the way he feels about John? What will John have to say?

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

"Hello Sherlock." Sherlock rolled his eyes and went and sat on his chair as the man followed and sat in the chair across from him.

"Hello brother dear. What brings you here today" Mycroft put his black umbrella to right side and took in a deep breath.

"I need your help with a case that-"

"-I told you. I don't have time for any sort of work right now. I am a bit busy."

"Busy doing what Sherlock? It's been over a month now. How can you stay away from what you love for so long? I can understand John not accompanying you, but why must you be so distant from what you love?" Sherlock got up and opened the door, gesturing his brother to leave. Mycroft got up and went to the door. "Sherlock." He said calmly. "Don't get involved." He left the flat immediately as if he didn't expect a response.

Sherlock shut the door behind him, closed his eyes and took a deep breath in.

"Sherlock." Sherlock instantly opened his in a bit of shock. John stood in front of him with his concerned puffy eyes. "You know I am fine. You can go solve a case."

"John, I think solving cases can wait. Anyways, I have a lot of work to do today."

"Like what?" John asked questionably.

"The regular stuff, like you know." Sherlock moved away from the door and walked back towards Johns room. "Did you save me any pancakes John?"

"Stop trying to change the subject Sherlock." Sherlock opened the door and walked in. "And no I did not save you any pancakes."

Sherlock turned around quickly, causing john to bump right into him. His stomach felt weird being so close to the doctor. "Oh sorry. " Sherlock moved back quickly. He collected his thoughts and replied back. "And rude by the way. You ate my breakfast!"

"Well it's not my fault you make fantastic pancakes." Sherlock felt the heat rush to his cheeks. He reacted quickly by walking as fast as possible out if his room. He stopped at the door.

"You're welcome" he said without turning to face him. John could hear the smile in his voice. He finally smiled too after weeks of tears. The tears that could never be forgotten. His chest felt a bit lighter. 'Maybe it was time that I moved on' he thought.

It was five in the evening and both men were sitting on their chairs watching the un entertaining telly. Sherlock was flipping when just gave up on some documentary. It was about the world war 1. They should the bombings and all the injured people. "Hey John, was war terrifyin-" Sherlock turned to see his best friend curled up in his chair with his hands over ears and eyes closed shut. Sherlock turned the telly off immediately and quickly went beside his best friend. He wrapped himself around the doctor. "John I'm sorry. It's okay. Your safe. It was just the telly." John opened his eyes slowly and relaxed his body a bit. He inhaled the familiar smell of Sherlock and accepted the warmth that was given off his best friends body.

Sherlock let go and looked at his best friend. His face was changing expressions from terrified to relaxed and oddly confused. "Are you okay?" Sherlock said with his deep baritone voice, cutting the silence.

"I am fine. Thank you." was all the doctor could manage to say. He wasn't sure how to feel. Embarrassed that his best friend just saw him get scared, reassured that his friend was there for him or calm that it was just the telly and that he is safe. His emotions were running through his head he got up and walked two steps before stopping. "Can we go out for some fresh air?" John whispered over his shoulder.

"Of course."