Chapter 5
John went out into the cold air and searched around the campus for his friend, he eventually found Sherlock sat on a bench with his head in his hands. "Sherlock?" He didn't look up "Sherlock, it's ok, he's gone"
"That's not the point though is it" he snapped "He knew where I was, he knows everything about me, enough to ruin me again" Sherlock was shaking and on the verge of tears. John knelt down to his level, and placed his hand on Sherlock's knee to steady them both.
"Sherlock, look at me" he began, and he did "I won't let that happen"
"John you don't understand"
"No, Sherlock, you don't understand. I'll protect you from him and anyone else that makes you feel like this, because you've shown yourself to be more than that, and I care an awful lot for the real you" John had stunned himself with the lecture he'd just delivered, he wanted to believe he'd simply recited a bunch of cliche's, but those words were the truth. Sherlock's tears of sadness had now become tears of joy, joy that he had someone truly loyal to him, that genuinely cared.
They simply stared t each other for a moment until, that subconscious move forward from them both, continuing until their lips softly met. The kiss lasted only a couple of seconds but it seemed like an eternity, nothing else mattered in that moment except John and Sherlock. Even after the kiss, the two stayed close and still, until they broke the moment of solemnity with a smile and a chuckle
"What was that?"
"I believe it was a kiss, John" Sherlock teased in a soft smug voice, but then his heart dropped "oh, god, I just kissed you, I'm sorry John, I..."
"Sherlock" John said plainly "I liked it. And I guess I like you" he smiled.