John woke up feeling a feeling he didn't recognize. It was a bubbly feeling, an elated feeling. Is this happiness? Wondered John. Surely not. It'd been so long since John had felt genuinely happy. Years, even. He wasn't even sure if it was happiness. But as he turned over and saw Sherlock's sleeping form, he knew it was happiness. Why did this vampire make him happy? Maybe it was the way Sherlock didn't attack him or look at him with hunger or lust. Sherlock just looked at him, like a normal person. The closest to scary that Sherlock had gotten was the moment he'd met him, he'd seen a brief look of hunger in Sherlock's eyes before he'd disappeared.

"JOHN!" Sherlock's baritone was a shout.

"W-w-what?" John sputtered.

"I've been trying to talk to you for that past five minutes," Sherlock sighed from his bed, "I said "Good morning. How are you feeling?" and then you just stared at me with this little grin on your face."

John blushed generously and covered his face with his sheets.

"Why are you hiding?" Sherlock questioned, raising his head a bit from his pillow.

"N-no reason," John blushed harder, "I'm j-just a b-bit embarrassed."

Suddenly, Sherlock was pulling back the sheets from John's face. He had one eyebrow lifted at John. He stared a John for several moments, before he spoke a word. This only made John blush more.

"You don't need to be embarrassed," Sherlock spoke softly, in a way that made John shiver, "I won't judge you or anything like that. I have no room to judge anyone, especially not someone who has been through so much."

John looked at him with tears in his eyes. His blush had disappeared and all that was left was the cutest smile and watery eyes Sherlock had ever seen. Sherlock's lips were on John's before he even realized he had leaned forward. John stiffened and stayed completely still when Sherlock's lips touched his. His eyes were wide and staring at Sherlock. Is he..is he…he's kissing me…he-he-he's kissing me….John's thoughts whirled and sputtered inside his mind. Sherlock's lips were there for only two seconds, but it seemed like forever to John. Seeing John's rigid form, Sherlock backed off completely.

"I'm s-sorry, John," Sherlock half-stuttered, he never stuttered, "That was wrong of me. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

There was a blur and a gust of wind and Sherlock was gone. John's muscles remained tense as his thoughts continued to fly around. He apologized? He kissed me. It was so soft, but he apologized. John touched his lips, still feeling that light softness of Sherlock's lips. His body relaxed as a smile crept onto his face. He didn't even realize it was there.

"Hey, mom," John said into his cellphone, "How are you?"

He knew his mom tried not to call. He knew she was trying to give him room to breathe. He knew she was trying to be nice. But it was so great to get a call from her.

"Johnny!" His mom shouted in glee, "I'm so, so wonderful and I bet you are too, aren't you?"

"Wh-what? What are you talking about?" john questioned, does she know about Sherlock?

"You haven't seen the news?!" his mom's joyful shout was enough to make John smile broadly, "That awful -he was found dead! Someone called in to the police with an anonymous tip! I mean, I can't say death is wonderful, but oh Johnny! He's gone!"

John's heart seized. H-he's gone? He knew he shouldn't be so happy about someone being dead, but suddenly tears of joy streamed down his cheeks. He would never have to worry about him. A weight lifted from his shoulders that he didn't even know was there.

"Mom, what happened to him?" he couldn't help the joy leaking from his voice.

"They say it was some animal," his mom said, thoughtfully, "Ripped him up completely. Except for his face. They said it was pretty lucky that his face stayed intact, that way they could identify him. Apparently, even his limbs were ripped off. I don't know what got him, but it must have been really hungry."

"Thanks for calling, mom," john said, and then he said good bye and hung up.

An animal attack? That didn't make any sense. Of course, his mom didn't realize that because she didn't know Mr. Larson was a vampire. Mr. Larson would've been strong enough to fight off any beast that came at him. Except maybe another vampire, john thought. He rubbed his chin, thoughtfully. He heard the door open and looked up to see Sherlock enter the room. He waved at him, excitedly, ready to tell him the news.

"Sherlock," John grinned widely, "Mr. Larson is dead! They say some animal got him, but I figure it was another vampire."

"That's good news, John," Sherlock's voice was monotone as he crossed the room.

John looked at the vampire, curiously. He figured Sherlock would be happier. John shrugged. Well, obviously he wouldn't be as happy as John, since he wasn't really involved. John stretched his arms above his head as he yawned, exposing a thing strip of his stomach to Sherlock, who of course did not look at it at all. Sherlock opened a book that he had carried in with him. John hadn't realized he was carrying anything, he'd been so happy to see him. To tell him the news, not to see him, John corrected himself, blushing slightly.

As Sherlock buried his nose in the book. John tried to read the title. He couldn't see the whole thing, but he thought it said something about mythology on it. John shrugged again and checked the time. Even without seeing it was noon, John knew it was lunch time, by the rumbling in his stomach.

"Would you like to go to lunch?" he asked Sherlock.

"I don't eat," replied Sherlock, without even lifting his head.

"Oh, right, because of…yeah," John looked away nervously, "But you do, uh, drink, right?"

"Enough to keep me alive," Sherlock lifted his eyes and caught John's, "But I control my hunger. Do not fear. I will probably drink more now that you are here. Please, do not worry."

"Ok," John relaxed a bit, "I'm gonna go on down to eat."

Sherlock returned to his book and John took that to mean that he heard and understood. John left, wondering what may be in the cafeteria. He realized that he really wasn't worried about Sherlock drinking from him. He really believed Sherlock when he said he had it under control. John liked that feeling. He liked the feeling of trust. Does this make us friends? He wondered.

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