Warnings: Johnlock slash (Rating could go up), Unbeta'd, I'm not British, Bullying Mentions of drug abuse, AU
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
More notes at the end of Chapter.
When Sherlock finally opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is a sleeping John Watson laying across the hospital bed at an awkward angle with one hand clutching tightly to his own. At a first glance, Sherlock could tell that John hadn't been sleeping well or left his side much at all. A small smile spreads across the detective's face as he looks at his caring doctor. The next thing Sherlock notices is the striking red thread connecting himself to the man in front of him. His smile broadens and brightens due to the proof burning brightly between the two hands.
Unfortunately, though, he begins to remember what he had said and done just hours previously. He can feel his face heat traitorously and tighten in embarrassment. Sherlock, the ever dignified and proud man, had behaved so childishly and immaturely in front of his beloved. In order to avoid the inevitable discussion of feelings, and further embarrassment. Sherlock tries to subtly make his way out of the bed. At that moment his wound decides to cause him some pain and his treturous body betrays him,yet again, as he lets out an involuntary moan of discomfort. The man before him jerks awake as if denying that he had been previously asleep this entire time. John blinks blurred eyes up at the agitated sleuth.
"How are you feeling?" came the sleep-filled voice of the stirring blogger. An irritated huff comes from Sherlock's direction before he eventually answers with a reluctant "I'm fine." The blogger then proceeds to stand and stretch his cramped muscles which are due to sleeping in such an uncomfortable position for so long. When John has settled down once again, all sleep seems to be devoid from his eyes and Sherlock knows now that the discussion will be had.
"Sherlock, we need to talk."
He was hoping to have a little more time before John started the war. In retaliation, the petulant detective crosses his arms over his chest with a huff, sticks his lower lip out in a pout, and turns away from John to glower at the wall. John lets a small smile grace his features for a moment for his adorable detective, but he quickly takes on a serious set to his shoulders and stance to convey to the child-like man that this discussion is a pressing issue and must be felt with. Sherlock takes moment to steel himself before John begins.
"Why didn't say that you were hurting so much?"
Out of all the questions Sherlock had expected John to ask, that was not one of them. Sherlock's demeanor then changes, his arms slacken slightly, his shoulders untense, and he then turns to face John to softly reply, "It didn't seem important at the time. You were obviously hurting and I didn't want to add unnecessary strain to our already strained relationship. I had hopes that when I finally did return that you would be amenable to pick up where we had left off. I know I'm not the easiest man to live with but I had hoped when Mycroft had talked to you about our soul bounds you would have come back to me, but you didn't. Now that I had a soul mate, I didn't want to drive him away because I said something foolish." He takes a moment to draw in a near inaudible breath and cast his eyes downward before continuing. "As the time passed, I just assumed that you wanted to forget about what all had happened. I didn't want to hurt you anymore than I already had."
John felt that a knot form in his throat at the quiet words the detective had spoken. The man before him was heartbroken and genuinely believed that John didn't love him anymore. Well, it was time to nip that in the bud. He had loved this man for so long and he was finally going to let him know so. "I know I haven't said it before, but I love you too."
Verdigris eyes snap upward as those words were spoken. "We didn't exactly talk about how either of us felt after you fell. We both left too much unspoken. I left my feelings buried inside and you weren't exactly forthcoming with your own. Sherlock, I know my actions have been telling you that's all over….but, I don't want to love somebody else." The detective has a small smile painted across his face as he says, "I don't want to love anyone else either." John's answering grin lights up his entire face. "Good.. That's good. So, where do you want this to go? What do you want out of this?"
"I want to wake up everyday and see your face. I want to hold your hand and kiss you goodnight. I want to be able to go on cases with you all the time, and I want to share the success with you. I want to be able to tell everyone that you are mine and that I am yours. I just want to be with you."
"God, I want the same." John pulls Sherlock into a careful hug in which the detective's face goes into the curve of the blogger's neck. Long lanky arms curl around a jumper clad waist and answering arms wrap around a swan-like neck and hands tangle into raven curls. When they finally draw apart, John leans forward and plants a sweet kiss on Sherlock's forehead and then proceeds to trial his lips down to meet the detective's own. When they draw apart for air, both parties have red stained cheeks and happy smiles painted upon their faces. Their red threads that connected both souls glowed brightly which solidified the moment. At that moment, both hearts beat as one and two souls were officially bonded.
"The next time you feel anything like this again, I want you to come tell me." Sherlock nods his head in acceptance and draws John into another sweet kiss. They draw apart again when a text chimes on Sherlock's phone which reads:
Message Received from Mycroft Holmes, 6:34 p.m.
I assume that Dr. Watson's belongings should be returned to Baker Street. I'll have them delivered shortly. -MH
The blogger laughs at the detective's affronted expression when they read the text. John couldn't care though, that Mycroft has decided to intervene, he was just happy that he would be able to finally go home.
Notes: I'm sick. I'm so sick that I've been in bed all day. I'm sorry this is so short but, I feel so bad and I just finished this today and my lovely beta had to actually get this story out of me. She beta'd fortunately just in time (Again, thank you Anne :D). I'll try and answer all the comments Saturday. I'll talk to you all Saturday. I'm going back to bed. :/