The Orphan

Summary: When Sherlock decides to go shopping out of boredom, he witness Ella getting beaten. When he scares away the bullies he does something that will change everything. Meanwhile John is starting to question if really isn't gay.

Disclaimer: To bad, too bad. I sadly do not own Sherlock. I do however own everything in this story that doesn't happen in the Sherlock.

Auteurs note: This is my first romance Fanfiction. Please do review and give me hints, but no flame please. Don't like, don't read. Thank you and enjoy.

A/N: There is mild swearing once in the chapter.

Extra: It is rated K but there will be mention of child abuse.

Chapter 13 (John's POV):

God, this was so weird and now I was so confused. Why hadn't Ella told me? I mean, didn't she trust me? We had been taking care of her for so long. Yet she had kept this secret so long. Ugh. I crept under the covers letting my mind wander. I could hear Sherlock type on the laptop, probably my laptop, but I had stopped caring, he never broke my laptop or dug in my personal files that I knew of so I just let him be. Sherlock, however had been acting very strange lately, he seemed kinder and more considered. I had no clue why.

Today only Sherlock had tried to comfort me, he had told me it would be alright, he had put his hand on my knee. To calm me. If Ella alone wasn't hard enough to deal with, dealing with Sherlock just made it worse. Sherlock had always been annoying, but now, now he was, well. I wasn't sure what he was. But he made me feel something I never felt before. Not with Mary or any of the girl I had fallen for. I had tried to push the feelings away but they wouldn't leave. I was quite sure that Sherlock knew, he had been more active. He had been touching me more, letting his hand linger.

I wanted to tell him, I wanted to let him know. I knew for a fact that Mrs. Hudson would be thrilled, but what Sherlock would do was a mystery. I turned around and fell asleep. Trying my very best to let it all go.

The next morning I woke to the sound of a violin and the smell of pancakes and coffee. I knew Mrs. Hudson made coffee for us in the morning, but pancakes, that was new. Still in my pyjama's I went into the kitchen. I would have called Sherlock, but I knew better, he wouldn't come. The pancakes were the best I ever had. As I sat enjoying my breakfast and the music I heard Sherlock humming softly. I took my coffee and sat down in the living room chair. Sherlock was playing with his eyes closed and carefully playing his violin. He seemed so peaceful and calm. Suddenly he stopped, turned around and looked me in the eye.

*Staring are you Watson?* *Just looking.* *Uhm.* My checks turned red as he refused to look away. He cocked his head as to say, go ahead, and just say it. I started to shift in my chair. I had seen Sherlock have this effect on people before. He knew, but I wondered what he would do. *Now you are staring.* I retorted. Smiling he turned around and continued his serenade, only swaying his hips slightly. Some wouldn't even notice it, but it was quite clear to me. God, he was driving me crazy, and he knew it.

With a huge sigh I turned away, I was going to the bathroom to change my clothes. I was just about to get undressed when Sherlock stopped playing. I was just wondering what would happen when he opened the door and barged in. *Sherlock, what the hell!* I jelled I was lucky that I wasn't fully undressed yet, only my shirt was of. He continued until he had me corned against the bathroom wall. *John I know what you have been thinking about the last few months. You just need to admit it. Why won't you? Is it so hard?* I started to panic, I tried to push him of me, but I couldn't. And I realised that I didn't want him to move. We had been this close before, and I always felt like this. I always wanted it to take a little longer.

He carefully took my hand, and I knew he was taking my pulse. *John.* he whispered as he moved closer to my ear. I felt his breath against my ear as he continued. * I can see your eyes dilated and I can feel your pulse speed up. Your breath is quickening and you aren't really trying to push me away. You have been staring at me all month long and you can't even help yourself.* I tried to calm down but failed miserably. *Just let go John. Admit it. Why shouldn't you? Why won't you John?* *Because I'm not gay okay! I've never been before and I'll never be. Whatever I'm feeling can't be right, it just can't be. I love woman. I'm not.*

Before I could finish my sentence Sherlock pressed his lips on mine. I let out a surprised yelp, well as good as I could and pushed him of. He stared back at me, expectantly. He didn't look angry or disappointed. As if he knew that as what I was going to do. Ah fuck it, he looked sexy. I pushed my lips back onto his and pulled him close. The kiss was filled with lust that had been hidden for too long. I buried my hand in his hair, as his hands ran over my back, pressing me even closer if that was possible. Tracing every inch of my body. That's when Sherlock pulled away. He gave me a kick peck on my lips and left me stunned.

I laughed hard as I continued to strip and walked into the shower. Oh Sherlock. I let my head push fall on the cold bricks of the wall, trying to rap my head around what had just happened. I had kissed Sherlock and loved it. Mrs. Hudson was right.