A/N: Hi guys. This chapter is a bit shorter than the last one, but there are some interesting developments in the story. Hope you like it :)
Chapter 2: Confessions
"Sorry I'm late Sherlock, Tesco was a nightmare, couldn't afford a taxi back and the Jubilee line had bloody delays" John rambled struggling with several bags of shopping.
"John, come into the living room. I wish to speak with you" Sherlock called.
"What is it now Sherlock? I'm busy with the shopping"
"Right, well I .. I just have to tell you something" Dammit why was this so bloody hard.
"Alright then... You haven't exploded my room? Have you killed someone? Is there another head in the fridge? Oh there is, isn't there! For fuck's sake Sherlock, no body parts in the fridge!"
"John calm down, it's nothing like that.." Sherlock took a deep breath in. This is it... "I care about you. I care about you a lot. The thought of you getting hurt or dying unsettles me so much it makes me feel physically sick. The thought of you with Sarah made me feel so angry and ill. My personal case I was on about was you, I just can't figure you out. Lestrade said that when you're around that I'm different, that my face softens or something. Even the thought of you makes me smile. You are absolutely perfect John, not stupid like the others. You have a heart. You have kind eyes and you are the bravest man I have ever known. You put up with my experiments and me in general and I don't know but John Watson I think I'm in love with you"
John stood there for a second with his eyes wide with shock. Sherlock had run over a thousand possible reactions to this in his head. Perhaps he would he be angry, maybe he would accept the feelings and move out, maybe he'd just accept them. Sherlock even dared to think about if the feelings were reciprocated. But nothing prepared him for what was to follow.
"You're a bloody cruel man Sherlock Holmes you know that" John said, his voice trembling ever so slightly and tears forming in his eyes.
"I don't understand..." Sherlock said, completely surprised and trying to deduce what had happened.
"What kind of sick experiment is this anyway?" John shouted, the tears now starting to fall. "Make John Watson fall in love with you so hard that sometimes he can barely breathe. Then tell him that you love him too just to watch him dance?"
"John, no, John, I wasn-"
"You weren't experimenting on me? Bullshit! No. Stop it now! Sod off with your bloody fake love. You're a sociopath and you will never love me. I accepted this months ago.. Find someone else to do your twisted experiments with!" John was now fully crying and screaming.
And just like Lestrade had earlier, John picked up his coat and left. Because eventually, that's what everyone did - leave.