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Angel-Castiel : I didn't think this story was sad. Maybe there is melancholy in it sometimes... I just don't have the distance to see really. Anyway, don't worry I just can't let Sherlock and John be sad or hurt too long (this would be unacceptable! :))

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OryonUK : I'm glad to read you again. Sherlock is absolutely torn between what he wants and what he has to do, this story is about learning patience. John is just like anybody facing a new thing, he has tu understand it, and here, understand himself. But let's not spoil the next chapters :)

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8 – No promises

I will take him away from you. Xx M.

John ran to Sherlock because he knew the detective would be scared. Sherlock always had been the stronger mind. When it came to cases, he was the best. But the last few days Sherlock experienced a horrible mix of love, anger and fear, just because he unveiled his feelings for John.

When the doctor received the text he knew Sherlock would be over reacting, that he would need to be comforted.

I will take him away from you. Xx M.

John also knew that if Sherlock could loose him, he could as well loose Sherlock. The text had been sent to the both of them, that was a strategical move for Moriarty.

To scare them, scare them both.

And John realised something important. He was scared to loose Sherlock too.

What it really meant, he didn't know, but right here, right now, in his arms he felt good.

"Sherlock?" The shorter man said to the detective's chest.

"Hmmm..."

"I..." John didn't know what words were about to get out of his mouth but he just let them fall. "Can you give me time?"

Sherlock turned his head slowly and looked in John's eyes. What did he meant exactly?

"I'm not sure to understand..."

"Well," John chuckled "to be honest, I'm not sure I understand either."

The detective looked puzzled.

"It's just, well, I like being loved by you, even if your way of showing how much you care is quite disturbing sometimes...And...I...know that..." That wasn't easy to say "I know that I care for you," Sherlock's blue eyes were burning him but he kept on looking at them "I am scared for you, protective of you and, if I can't say if I'm in love with you, I can say that what I feel for you is deeper and more complex than friendship. So...what I'm asking you now is to give me time to understand what this is."

Sherlock stood still for a moment thinking then he took a deep breath.

"What if you find you have brotherly love for me?"

"I won't play games with you Sherlock, as soon as I'll have an answer, I'll let you know." John sighed "I know you don't like to wait but..."

"No, John. It's all right." Sherlock put his right hand on John's cheek stroking lightly his skin with his thumb "As far as I don't want you to find out you'll never love me the way I want you to, I'll give you time to sort this out because maybe..."

Sherlock was showing patience, that was something.

"But, don't make me wait too long, please?"

Okay, my mistake...But Sherlock was changing in a, well, good way.

John smiled.

"I have to go back to the hospital, they asked me to pop by to prove I'm still alive." Sherlock let go of the blond haired man "Will you come with me?"

"Of course."

… … …

"We've been in here for hours, John. I'm glad to know you're all right, except for your wrist, but that was torture!"

"Yes, Sherlock, you already said that, twelve times, at least..."

"But those places are so boring!"

John smiled and shook his head.

"Lestrade asked me to come to the Yard today, he wants to know everything that happened after we got out of the pub." John said and Sherlock looked at him quizzically.

"Will you tell him we argued?"

"Well, he already knows that..."

"Does he know why?"

"What do you think?"

"Yes, I'll come with you at the Yard." Was Sherlock answer. As far as John liked being in the detective's company, he had a bad feeling about him coming to the Yard.

… … …

"You don't have to come with me, you know." John said as they were sitting on the cab.

"No, it's all right, I don't mind. And we're already here." Sherlock pointed at the building through the window. The brown haired man jumped out of the cab and John followed.

They knew exactly where to go and everybody in the building knew where they went but just to be sure they followed them with their eyes until they reached the lift then DI Lestrade's office.

"Come in!" the man said when John knocked at the door.

"Lestrade..." John started "Oh, hello Linda."The Snow White like woman was sitting on a chair in front of Lestrade's desk. Obviously their entrance interrupted a conversation.

"Hello John." The DI said and Linda smiled.

"Hello." Sherlock said his voice soft and low.

"Sherlock." Lestrade nodded "Are you all right John?" He asked pointing at John's wrist.

"I won't run the London marathon tomorrow but I'm okay."

"Glad to hear it," Linda said a smile still hung on her mouth "you must be relieved, Sherlock."

"Of course I'm relieved, what do you think?" The detective answered sharply.

Linda's smile dropped instantly, she seemed to realise she asked a stupid question.

"You wanted me to come to tell you what happened yesterday after we left the pub?" John said ignoring the tension that fell in the room. "I'm afraid it's going to be a short story, I haven't seen much."

"It was Moriarty, he tried to kill John, I asked you not to tell John but he received a text from M." Sherlock said, Lestrade opened his mouth but said nothing. Linda just looked puzzled. "Moriarty send us several texts, we thought he tried to drive us paranoid but it's more than that." He took a step closer to John and looked in his eyes "More than that." His voice trailed off and silence fell in the room.

John looked at the piercing eyes and drown in the blue pupils for a moment.

"He knew," he whispered "before I even noticed."

Sherlock moved a little closer to John and put his hand on his right arm.

Lestrade coughed loudly and the two men looked at him.

"Well, right, what do you know about Moriarty?" The DI said.

"Not much..." Sherlock answered gloomily.

"I didn't even see the car, all I can say is that the headlights were off, the car was dark..." John looked at the floor.

"Don't speak as if it's your fault, John." Sherlock said looking back in the blond haired man's eyes.

"Don't look at me as if it's yours. I know what's in your head and you're not responsible for Moriarty's actions." John answered, his face serious.

"I'll try to gather as many informations as I can, but I don't know where to start. There are no tyre marks on the floor. He didn't even brake." Lestrade said "Let me know when you receive another text, and, please," he made a pause "don't do anything on your own."

"All right."John said, and Sherlock kept quiet but nobody thought that he would answer anything.

The two men took their leave.

"Who's that Moriarty?" Linda asked facing Lestrade.

"That's the question..." The DI sighed.

"Yeah...anyway," she smiled her most charming smile "do you still think there not together?"

"Well..." Lestrade smiled his own most charming smile.