Sherlock's Nonexistent Heart
Chapter II: Comfort...
Sherlock finds comfort after realising he has a heart.
A/N: This was never meant to happen, but it did and here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
A few years had gone by since Sherlock had deduced that he actually had a heart and that he had somehow given it to his doctor John Watson.
Many things had happen, cases where solved, meals were eating (or in Sherlock's case pushed around on his plate), people came into his life and left again, but the main constant in his life was John...
Then one unexpectedly cold summer day John asked him a simple everyday question.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Nothing unusual about that but John wouldn't look Sherlock in the eye he was twitching nervously. Sherlock just looked at John, stared at him around 30 seconds later John spoke still not looking at him.
"I've asked Sarah to marry me." Still Sherlock said nothing.
"She said yes." John finally looked at Sherlock "I love her Sherlock and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I know you don't understand but I love her."
Oh how Sherlock understood but never the one to show his hand he let John go.
Oh they still worked together and Sherlock still loved John, they just didn't live together. It hurt Sherlock more than he'd cared to admit even to himself, especially after a case when John wouldn't come home with him.
Sherlock did find comfort in unexpected person Lestrade, Sherlock would break into Lestrade's flat and watch the sleeping Detective Inspector to gain comfort in anything. He was the only person Sherlock knew (beside himself and John) that he had a high opinion of and actually liked...
On the first night Sherlock appeared in Lestrade's bedroom, Lestrade hadn't noticed Sherlock until he tripped over his sleeping body on the floor next to his bed his first thought was 'I must be dreaming'.
The next time Lestrade found Sherlock lying next to his bed was two months later, two weeks after that Sherlock was back again but this time Lestrade decided to find out what was going on so he waited for him but when Sherlock arrived he just sat on the chair next to Lestrade's bed that he had bought so Sherlock wouldn't be sitting on the floor. Sherlock knew Lestrade was awake but he didn't want to leave so he sat there in the chair the entire night.
The next time Lestrade had a case for Sherlock he slipped his spare key in the case file, Lestrade still couldn't figure out how Sherlock keep slipping into his fifth story flat or why... and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
In all the time that this had been happening they never spoke about why Sherlock turned up at his place in the middle of the night, nearly every night.
He figured it's a Sherlock thing, but no matter what Sherlock thought he isn't a stupid man he knew John had something to do with Sherlock's strange behaviour, but Lestrade never asked and Sherlock never answered and to be honest Lestrade didn't want to know, he liked that Sherlock came to him in his hours of need it made him feel special. It made the two of them have a connection that no one else had and to have this with such a great man as Sherlock, well it made Lestrade feel like a teenage boy again.
He anticipated going to sleep every night because he would be able to be close to this unique man. But Lestrade knew that his was all Sherlock would be able to give him and her took it greedily.
It had now been a year since the first time Sherlock had broken into Lestrade flat, Sherlock had never spoken when he was over sometimes he would be asleep when Lestrade woke up but gone before he got out of the loo. Sometimes he would be gone before he woke up, but Lestrade would always know when he'd been there it had become a sort of a sixth sense, he always knew. But even though he left differently he always arrived around the same time, Lestrade would always be in bed sometimes asleep sometimes feigning sleep but it was always be in the early hours of the morning.
But today was different he woke up to find Sherlock sitting on his bed, in all the time Sherlock had been in his bedroom he had never gone near the bed let alone sitting on it, Lestrade shifted into a sitting position and looked at Sherlock he could see all the pain Sherlock was feeling that he wouldn't let himself feel during the day. Sherlock looked at Lestrade dead in the eye "It kills me inside every time I see him with her, when he doesn't come back to Barker Street." Sherlock paused still looking at Lestrade trying to find the words that would make him understand. "Being here makes it better, if only for a little while."
And for the first time Lestrade saw Sherlock smile.
How beautiful.
A/N: To be Continued.
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