Sherlock had been so involved in Scotland Yard's current murder case he had temporarily forgotten about contacting John again. Not that John minded, he knew about Sherlock's profession. John also had his own clients to see too. Every time John saw a client he also felt that he was cheating on Sherlock. He knew he had no right to feel like this; they were not together. It had also gotten to the point where John could only start and finish with each client if he thought about Sherlock during the process. This was almost nearing obsession; If John wasn't see him, he was texting him, if he wasn't texting him, he was thinking about him. Little did John know, this was the same for Sherlock.
With the murderer apprehended Sherlock invited John around by text for a catch up.
'Baker Street, 7pm. If convenient. If inconvenient come anyway- SH'
Time set, flat dusted (by Mrs. Hudson), take-away menus ready and cutlery cleaned ready for John to come around. Pacing the flat Sherlock eagerly waited for John's arrival. The ring of the doorbell almost made Sherlock jump, he bolted down the stairs to the front door to greet John. Stood on the other side of the door was John carrying a box of beer for the both of them. John smiled at Sherlock as he stepped into Baker Street. John stepped up the stairs before Sherlock, walking into the living room to place the box down on the floor. John stretched his arms out and sat in the chair closest to the entrance to the kitchen.
As the night went on they ate take away and drank beer while Sherlock complained at the boring television shows that John was forcing them to watch. As John lent over Sherlock to grab his drink he accidently drop a small splash onto Sherlock's shirt sleeve. Quickly apologising Sherlock dismissed it as he pushed up his sleeve so that the liquid wouldn't soak though on to his skin. That's when John saw it; small scar track marks. John gasped slightly and recoiled. Sherlock followed John's eyesight till he realised what John had seen. Sherlock tugged his sleeve down and turned away from John in humiliation.
"Sherlock" whispered John trying to get the other man to look at him.
"It's nothing John. It's all in the past, please just leave it" replied Sherlock.
John lightly grabbed his left arm, pushing the sleeve back up to reveal the scars. Sherlock weakly tried to struggle against John's strength. John pulled Sherlock's arm closer to him; but not out of violence. John leant forward to observe the scars. Sherlock watched him intensely confused by John's actions. Most people would ran by now, wanting nothing to do with an ex-addict. But John wasn't most people. John's next action took Sherlock by complete surprise. John raised Sherlock's arm higher, to kiss every single track mark. Sherlock's breath hitched at this, his eyes watered. After John finished kissing his scars he took Sherlock's face in his hands.
"Don't you ever do anything like that, ever again. Promise me?" muttered John staring into Sherlock's eyes.
"I promise" Sherlock whispered back. John kissed him on the forehead to show comfort and affection for the lanky detective.
John sat with Sherlock as he recalled his drug days and what made him inject that 7% cocaine into himself. Sherlock let a few tears roll down his face as he told John things that he just couldn't tell anyone else. John felt honoured that Sherlock deemed him special enough to speak these repressed memories. John kissed every tear that escaped from Sherlock's eyes. As he came to the end of his drug life story, he looked up at John. They were pressed close to each other on the sofa. John took this moment to inch forward to capture Sherlock's lips in a kiss. This was their second kiss (not that John was counting, or anything). Sherlock let John deepen the kiss as he held onto John's arms. Just as John was about to get carried away with the kiss his personal phone rang. John groaned as he pushed back from Sherlock's body. With a muttered 'hold on a min', he answered his phone.
"Hello is this John Watson?" the voice asked.
"Yes, how can I help?" replied John annoyed that he had been interrupted.
"This is St. Bartholomew's hospital. Your sister Harriet Watson has been emitted with alcohol poisoning. She is asking for you" answered the voice.
"I'll be there as soon as possible" muttered John, hanging up.
He turned to look at Sherlock who was patiently waiting for John.
"I'm sorry Sherlock, I have to go" groaned John.
Sherlock nodded sympathetically stood up from the sofa and retrieved his wallet from his coat. He pulled out a few bank notes and handled them over to John. John stared at the currency in a confused manner. Before he could question it, Sherlock made a comment.
"Your payment for tonight"
"I'm not taking your money Sherlock" answered John thrusting the notes back at Sherlock. He didn't take them back.
"Why would you kiss me if I wasn't paying for your services?" questioned Sherlock. The penny dropped; Sherlock thought the only reason John was hanging around him was for the money.
"Maybe I kissed you because I actually like you, not for the money?" replied John slightly raising his voice in annoyance at Sherlock's ignorance.
"It has to be the money, why else would you be friends with me? I don't have friends" Sherlock shouted back, he was more confused about John's actions for saying he liked Sherlock than angry that he hadn't taken the money.
"I wonder why" bawled John throwing the notes back at Sherlock. He grabbed his coat and rushed out the door. He had more important things to worry about than Sherlock right now, like his probably dying sister.
Sherlock felt sick to his stomach, he just realised he had probably just thrown away the only person that ever accepted him.
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