A/N: This is a short, filler chapter in Sherlock's point of view. I apologize if it's short, but I'll make up for it in the next chapter. Enjoy reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, sadly.
He heard the door slam shut upstairs in John's bedroom, and the quiet and even footsteps that followed. Sherlock stood rooted in the same spot for several minutes before he allowed himself to move. But during that time he stood there, he thought back on the events that transpired the day before. He knew it was stupid and reckless of it, and the consulting detective is starting to regret his rash decisions. He even started to feel annoyed at himself for... for feeling this way. It's John. It's because of him that he has started to feel, to doubt, to... to care. But at the same time, Sherlock couldn't blame his flatmate - because if it weren't for John, Sherlock would've died months ago. If he were a cat, he knew without a doubt that his nine lives would've ran out completely. And if it weren't for John, he wouldn't be standing in their living room in 221B Baker Street - alive and healing.
Sherlock's brilliant mind swirled with thoughts overlapping each other as he made a move to grab his ruined shirt, when all of a sudden he spotted something from the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw an orange rectangle-shaped post-it note attached to the mirror. Standing upright, he walked towards it to remove and read it.
Your turn to order Thai tonight. I ordered last week. :p John
Sherlock felt a tug at his heart as he saw the smiley his flatmate used. His lips twitched as he found himself not minding the usage of it again. He looked up and glanced, and was surprised to see another post-it (pink circle-shaped) attached to the skull. He went and retrieved it again to read the message encoded.
Does this annoy you now? I hope it doesn't. I'm having fun. John
This time, Sherlock let a smile grace his lips as he read the two notes. But that soon turned into a frown once he remembered of their current situation. The consulting detective sighed and shook his head, turning around to go to the loo to brush his teeth and clean his face and arms. He completely forgot to get his ruined shirt as he made a bee-line to the loo before he was halted in his steps again - seeing another post-it note (blue square-shaped) attached to the test-tube rack on the kitchen table.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Sherlock detached it from the dusty tube before reading the content.
If you've read this, you must be on the way to the bathroom. :) John
Letting out a chuckle, Sherlock shook his head and went to the bathroom. Upon entering, he wasn't surprised to see a post-it attached to the mirror - but it was the fact that there were three white skull-shaped notes attached that surprised him. He swiftly moved towards the sink and read each note before detaching it.
I like that you don't consider this non-verbal communication dull at all.
I like that you come out of your own way to make me toast and tea every morning.
Sherlock's smile widened at the second note, and when he read the last, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock.
And I like how until now, you never cease to amaze me with your beautiful, brilliant mind.
Twenty minutes later, a clean Sherlock finally entered his bedroom. He unzipped his dirty pants and boxers and threw it aimlessly into the hamper. He went to his drawers and pulled out his favourite striped blue pajamas and grey loose-fitting shirt and a new change of boxers. He checked his reflection in the mirror of his dresser and grimaced slightly once he saw his reflection. He turned around then to climb into his cold, unkempt bed when he finally spotted the post-it notes. He was kneeling on his bed when he saw it - attached to the headboard of his bed and alarm clock on his bedside table. He adjusted his position so he was sitting cross-legged, facing the headboard with a confused and wondering expression.
"Now why would John be posting notes in my bedroom?" he asked himself out loud. But since it was a rhetorical question, he didn't answer that.
He moved forward a bit and switched on his bedside lamp before reaching out to detach one of the two white skull-shaped notes.
Hoping that I'm not the only one who feels that something has changed between us.
His breath hitched in his throat, and he gently caressed the paper with his right thumb, his once cold heart softening and warming up. He looked up after a long while and retrieved the last note from his alarm clock, his fingers trembling slightly for some unknown reason.
Sherlock, without a doubt in mind, you're the most important person in my life right now. John
Molly Hooper's words rang loud and echoing in his ears just then.
"Tell him you care about him before it's too late."
And in that moment, Sherlock Holmes now knew what he must do.
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