alllllright i'm just saying there will be johnlock in this chapter, enjoy!
oh yes and by the way, my holidays are coming to an end tomorrow (omg yes back to school!1!1!) so maybe i will be posting less frequently. anyway, if you post a review (or have posted one) i want to thank you and once again, enjoy!
John awoke from his dreams by a loud ring. At first he thought he'd dreamt it and tried to go back to sleep. But then it sounded again. The doorbell.
He got up and stumbled towards the window. It was completely dark outside except from the little light that came from the street lanterns. John pressed his head against the window and tried to look at whoever was standing at the front door, but he couldn't see anything from his position. He turned away and looked at his phone. It was 2:24 AM. John wondered what anyone could possibly want from him at this hour. Perhaps it was Lestrade? Or maybe Mrs. Hudson who had forgotten her keys? But then again, his landlady never came home at this hour.
For the 3rd time, the doorbell rang. "Bloody hell, I'm coming." John mumbled. He grabbed his cane and started walking towards the door, down the stairs. He discovered that he was strangely nervous, even though he couldn't figure out why. There was something wrong, and John strongly began to wonder who was at the front door of his flat in the middle of the night.
Lost in his thoughts, John started walking through the hallway that led to the front door of 221B. He turned on some light and as he reached the door it he unlocked it, and swung it open.
John nearly fainted and he definitely would have if two arms hadn't grabbed him by his shoulders and kept him standing. He looked up and for a moment it seemed like the world stood still. Time stopped and nothing moved as John stared into two piercing blue eyes full of worry and relieve. He wanted to say something, but his lips didn't manage to form words. He could only stare into those eyes that belonged to no one else than his best friend, Sherlock Holmes.
At some moment John managed to whisper "Sh-Sh… Sherlock-k". His friend looked at him and seemed glad that John had said something. "I'm here, John. I'm here. I'm not gone. I'm sorry. I need to explain a lot but first-. Sherlock didn't manage to end his sentence because a pair of lips dismissed him from saying another word. He heard something like a stick fall that had to be Johns cane. He then felt two arms slide around his neck and from that moment it seemed like the only thing that mattered was Johns lips pressed against his and his hands softly stroking his hair.
A strange feeling of warmth Sherlock never had experienced before came over him and not sure about what he was doing, he kissed back.
John seemed to like it because he immediately responded by deepening the kiss and so they stood there, holding each other like they would never let go again.
None of them would have known how long they had stood there, but after an amount of time that could have been seconds, minutes, or hours, Sherlock broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around John more tightly. His John, he thought. It felt like everything made sense now, because even though he thought he was incapable of feelings, since he had met John Watson he constantly had felt something. Something he had never felt before and had tried to suppress, thinking it was nothing. Something that made him want to protect his friend constantly and causing him to care way too much than he was used to. But standing there now, with his best friend in his arms, he felt more home and happy than he had ever felt and he could only deduce that what he had been feeling was love.
For some reason he smiled at that idea. The great sociopath Sherlock Holmes in love. Could it be any more unexpected and strange?
Finally, John breathed "I missed you, you prick". His friend smiled at him. "I missed you, too. I was completely lost without my blogger."