Hey guys, sorry this took such a long time to update, I've been really busy at school! I love all the people who have reviewed so far, keep them coming! So basically there will just be a few more chapters of meeting the important people in John and Sherlock's lives, this is the second. By the way, if anyone is confused, Harry is still at the house! I forgot to mention that! And to state the bleeding obvious, Greg is Lestrade, just to avoid confusion! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock... yet.
John twitched in the uncomfortable leather chair; watch the ever irritating Sherlock spinning round endlessly in the identical one opposite. He didn't know why he was on edge; this was just a regular visit to Lestrade's HQ, as he liked to call it. This had become like a second home to him since the few months he had been living with Sherlock. As they waited for Greg to return with the file Sherlock so desperately wanted, he considered his emotions. He hadn't told any of Lestrade's team about his new relationship with Sherlock, and as Sherlock hadn't made any moves to revealing it, he had stayed quite. He supposed that he was secretly worried about what their reactions would. He knew he shouldn't give a damn about what other people thought, but unlike Sherlock, he had been raised to follow certain social etiquettes. But they couldn't keep it a secret forever. What would they say? The lover of a sociopath genius? They probably think he'd cracked under the constant pressure of living with the unbearable Sherlock. Although that did have its advantages. Whoa, not now, not here, he thought. He was trying to keep his relationship with Sherlock as low level as possible. As far as he knew, Harry was the only one who knew. Probably Mycroft as well. He was startled out of his thoughts as felt the reassuring warmth of Sherlock's hand enclose his. Sherlock squeezed gently. They looked at each other wordlessly, and Sherlock gave one of rare genuine smiles, and John's stomach melted like warm butter. He smiled back, everything would be okay now. He looked down at their entwined hands, the contrast between alabaster white and tan. He smiled euphorically. But at the moment Greg entered the room, file in hand. John froze and Sherlock remained perfectly still. Greg looked at them. "Was it something I said..." but the sentence trailed off as he saw their entwined hands. The file dropped to the floor, papers scattering. Everyone in the room was frozen. Greg rubbed his eyes, in semi-shock. "John, why are you holding hands with Sherlock? Please say this is some sort of joke," Greg looked at him, but John's face remained serious. "You have to be kidding me, right?" He clutched the desk and sat down. "You're not seriously in a relationship with Sherlock Holmes, the sociopathic genius?" John sighed. So much for keeping this low profile. "Yes Greg, I am." Greg let out a strangled yelp, and then proceeded to go into a hysterical laughing fit, banging his fists against the desk, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Well I never," he managed between gulps, "Sherlock has a boyfriend!" Then to make things even better, Sally and Anderson walked into the room, drawn by Greg's laughter. Oh god, John thought. They then caught sight of Sherlock and John's still entwined hands, and both looked shocked. Sally immediately asked, "John, are you alright? What did he do to you? What drugs has he got you on?" Sherlock looked slightly hurt, but John just tiredly answered, "No, Sally, its fine. It's all fine. We're in a relationship." Sally looked like someone had slapped her in the face. Anderson took the more sarcastic approach. "Well, , congratulations." Sherlock just retorted "Oh shut up Anderson, you homophobic imbecile." Greg stepped in. "Okay boys, no wars please. Sherlock's relationship doesn't affect any of us, so we'll leave it at that." Sally snorted. Greg looked at Sherlock. "Sherlock, your file..." he gestured to the random papers scattered across the office.
"We'll come back for it later." Sherlock stood up abruptly, dragging John up with him. "C'mon on John." Anderson sneered. "I'll take it that he's the more dominant partner then John?" Greg sighed. "Leave it Anderson." Sherlock glared at Anderson's back as he left the room. John rolled his eyes. Sherlock was no better than a two year old sometimes. As they left the awkward situation in the office behind, John sighed in relief. That hadn't been so bad. Sure, it had been at a completely wrong moment and he hadn't had much of a choice, but better than he'd expected. He looked up at Sherlock lovingly. Sherlock smiled again. Wow he was smiling a lot today. That was weird for Sherlock. "You glad you got that off your chest Sherlock?" Sherlock grinned. "It was coming sometime." John leant against Sherlock's shoulder as they left the building, melting into him.
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