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Boobunny60 : How romantic you are ;) Well that's a chance because there will be a lot of romance in this story :)
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If you want to know what mean means, read this chapter.

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5 – Night out

John was standing close to the sofa, his hands shaking, he was furious. Sherlock left him in the dark, he was a doctor and he decided not to ask for his help, he asked Sarah. He asked Sarah!

John felt useless and, strangely, rejected.

I just can't let you touch me.

John felt even more angry about the detective, he looked at him. He took a step closer and, without warning put his hand on both sides of Sherlock's face, the brown haired man looked startled.

"I'm touching you with the hands of a doctor, the hands of a friend. After all we've been through together, I won't let you take me away from you, even if I can't give you what you want." He stopped and tangled his fingers in the brown curls. "With Moriarty on the loose and after you, trying to drive you paranoid, I can't leave you. Is that understood?"

The brown haired man was looking at John's face, feeling the heat of his hands on his face and scalp, John was scared for him, he wanted to help him, be as close as he allowed himself to be. The heat was burning his skin now but the detective forced himself not to think about it and focus on the words he said. I can't leave you...

"Sherlock?" John was running out of patience.

"Yes," the detective said, "yes, I won't keep things from you any more, John."

"All right," John loosen his grip on Sherlock's hair "thank you." he let go of the brown haired man's face.

There were no signs of food poisoning and the next day, after they received the results of the blood test, they got confirmation that everything was all right. The delivery boy from the Chinese restaurant told them a man had paid him to put a false fortune cookie in the bag. Two times on the same delivery, the boy was going to be a millionaire someday. Anyway the boy couldn't tell much about the mysterious man except that he wore a hat and a black coat and was shorter than Sherlock (that was easy). Could have been Moriarty could have been anybody.
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Nothing special happened the next days but John was on soldier mode, always on the watch. Standing closer to Sherlock when they were outside, closer than before when they were inside. For the detective, it was a real torture. He often refrained himself from grabbing the shorter man's arm and pulling him close, kissing him, grazing his skin...

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Sherlock was lying on the sofa, watching the ceiling, thinking of what he would do to John if he let him when he felt a hand on his ankle, he jumped an moved his leg sharply.

"Sherlock!" John said "It's okay, it's me."

Sherlock felt silly. John sat at the other end of the sofa.

"Sorry, I thought you heard me."

"No I was...deep in my thoughts..."

"Right," John sighed "you know what? It's depressing in here, we haven't gone anywhere fun for a week, what do you think about going out tonight?"

"I don't know John..."

"Come on!" John was enthusiastic about the idea.

"We can go to Angelo's..."

John frowned "Well, I was thinking of having fun, maybe see people, have a drink or something, maybe we can ask Lestrade or Mike?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Sherlock, please..." Oh it was his turn to say the words, well, why not.

"All right, but not Mike, I don't want the both of you talking of when you were at school together, it's boring."

"Well, okay," Sherlock the tactless man "Lestrade though, you can bore me to death talking about missing persons and olds cases." John smiled and when he saw the corner of Sherlock's mouth twitch he knew he won.

When Lestrade picked up his phone and heard John's voice, he thought something happened so when the doctor asked him if he wanted to go to the pub with him and Sherlock he first laughed then accepted, quite curious.

An odd vision: Sherlock siting in front of a pint. John almost laughed and the detective pouted.

"That's not fair, John. This his your world, not mine, laughing is cruel."

"Come on Sherlock! You must admit it's funny." John smiled.

Lestrade arrived, he was accompanied by a brow woman Sherlock and John didn't know.

"Guys, this is Linda, a colleague from Cardiff, she's here for the week, I asked her to join us."

"Hello," John got up to salute the newcomers "I'm John, this is Sherlock, nice to meet you he said smiling.

Sherlock didn't get up, didn't salute either.

"Hello, nice to meet you too, Greg told me about you and your skills." Linda said smiling too. She had wide blue eyes, a harmonious face and full red lips, she had a little something of a modern Snow White with black trousers and a red jumper. She sat on the chair at John's left while Lestrade sat in front of her next to Sherlock.

"So you are a detective." She said to Sherlock a smile still hung on her lips.

"Consultant detective." The brown haired man answered coldly.

"Right. Greg told me he calls you when he needs help on a case."

"He calls me often, yes."

Lestrade made a face and John smiled apologetically.

"And why are you in London, Linda?" The doctor asked.

"I'm writing a criminology thesis, I came to interview Professor Lewis."

"The Professor Lewis? I met him at a medical congress, it was, well, ten years ago"

"He is fascinating, when he speaks, you forget about the rest!"

"Just like you." Sherlock said his voice colder than before. John coughed and Lestrade looked ill at ease. Linda just smiled lightly.

"Sherlock, Greg told me you are a real genius."

"Yes, I am."

"Okay...and you John you are a doctor?"

"Medical doctor, was an army doctor."

"And you work with Sherlock?"

"Well, I help when he asks me to, when he needs a medical opinion, he does all the work really."

"John," she leaned closer and laughed a flirty laugh "don't be modest." She said.

Suddenly Sherlock got up and walked out of the bar at light speed. He looked really mad.

"Sherlock!" John got up too "Excuse me..." He said to Linda and Lestrade before running after the detective.

"Boyfriend problem?" The woman asked to the DI.

"They are not together." Lestrade answered.

"Are you sure?" Linda asked, surprised.

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"Sherlock!" John shouted as he run on the alleyway following the detective "Stop!" The brown haired man kept on walking and John ran faster to reach him. He caught the man's arm and tugged "Sherlock, won't you stop now!"

"Why?" Sherlock made a violent about turned, is face was full of anger.

"What was that, Sherlock? Why did you left like that?"

"I couldn't stand it!" The detective shouted.

"What?"

"Her, outrageously flirting with you, right in front of me."

"For god's sake Sherlock, we were talking, I have a right to speak with people. That's why we went out, to see people!"

Sherlock put his hand on John's shoulder's and pushed him to the closest wall.

"The only person I want to see is you." The detective said his face close to John's.

"I know that and it drives me crazy, that's why I needed to go out, I needed air, I needed to be away from 221B."

"If so, why did you ask me to come with you?"

"Because I couldn't leave you alone."

"I'm not a child John, and you're not my keeper." Sherlock took a step back "Don't think you're responsible of me. You reek of guilt. I don't need that." He said then he was running again.

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John was walking his way home, he wanted to think properly.

Sherlock's possessiveness was intolerable. He just couldn't let him act like that. He needed to tell him he wasn't his property. John was walking fast, hands in his jacket pockets. He was so deep in thought that he didn't see the car before it hit him and disappeared in the night.

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