Chapter 6: When John left.
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"Sherlock! Open the door!"
Sherlock sighed while he hugged the union jack pillow in his arms, it had been a week since John left... he tried to text John… at the end he even tried to call, but John didn't answer.
"Sherlock, if you don't open it!" Lestrade's voice sounded muffled in the hall.
"You do what?" he snapped back.
"Call your brother!"
Sherlock closed his eyes and dragged himself out of the sofa. When he opened the door, a panting Lestrade walked inside.
Lestrade studied Sherlock with a worried face.
Sherlock's hair was messy, he lost some weight and his eyes were red… had he been… crying?
"You look terrible, when was the last time you have eaten something?"
"I have eaten something! John made me something before he..."
He slumped back into the sofa. "left"
Lestrade made an angry growl. "Ok, that's it! Sherlock that was a week ago! I'm getting sick of this shit! Why don't you go to him, say you're sorry? No, you are too proud! You git!"
An angry sneer appeared on Sherlock's face.
"I have called him, at the end I tried to call. You know I hate it to call people, but he doesn't answer. I lost him Lestrade, but not because I'm right about everything… The thing is, I have a secret, and I can't tell him. That's why John is angry! He thought I started to hate him, but I don't. I love him, but I thought that if I told him that I loved him he would hate me."
"Right, like I said Sherlock, you have to get out. Even your speech is messed up. What kind of secret can be so bad that you can't tell John?"
Sherlock shrugged "I think you know Lestrade, you have seen me. I can't say it if you didn't, but if you know what I'm talking about, you have to tell me."
A sad smile appeared on Lestrade's face, he remembered the day when Sherlock fell into a swimming pool. They were on a case and the victim had been drowned. Mr Chester became unwell in the pool and that was how he drowned. When Sherlock was ready with the case, it seemed that the young wife of Mr Chester committed the murder. "It was not on purpose Sherlock… when you fell into Mr Chester's pool, you grew fins. I thought I was dreaming, the stress of the case you know.
I hid behind the door in the hope you didn't see me, but you did?"
Sherlock nodded. "Yes I did Lestrade. You can't tell John."
Lestrade settled himself on the other side of the sofa, so it was real. Sherlock was a merman. He closed his eyes to let it in his mind. Sherlock was a merman.
"You have to tell John, or I will! He deserves better! If you don't tell him… I will"
Without knowing it, he was shouting and it was weird to see fear on Sherlock's face.
Sherlock never showed emotions. Ok, sometimes he was angry or annoyed, but scared?
"Please don't, I'll die if you do that. I'm cursed."
He started to explain how he visited the ocean again, how he met his cousin. How he got cursed.
Lestrade remained silent. Thinking about his words before he spoke. "Mycroft… So he isn't…"
"No he isn't" Sherlock confirmed. "I am adopted you see, but now you know that if you or I tell John what I am."
Lestrede finished Sherlock's sentence "You'll die."
"Yes." Sherlock's reply was just a whisper.
Lestrede stroked with his hand through his greying hair. The git loved John, he didn't care about anyone, only John. Sherlock was more bearable with John around, as long as John was around.
"Maybe you don't have to tell him, John is smart. What if you leave him clues?"
Sherlock's face made an annoyed expression. "That's cheating and I think it's the same as telling him."
In a whirl Sherlock jumped on his feet. "Oh!" Lestrade didn't know how he did it, but every time Sherlock had an idea, it looked like his eyes were illuminating. "Oh! I need your help! Let's make it an accident! We have to get John back. When he's back, has to make an accident on me! With water! I give in to the transformation and he knows. Off course, I will have to escape first. So I run to the bathroom and he will follow me."
"So you need me to get John back?" a yawn escaped his mouth when Sherlock took his hands and pulled him up. "Yes."
"No I won't."
"Why not? Sherlock didn't understand it. He deduced Lestrade's expressions.
"You want something first."
Lestrade nodded. "Yes indeed, you'll have to eat before I go. That's my first request, my second is that you have to take a bath. You smell Sherlock! When was the last time that you went into the water?"
Sherlock opened his mouth but Lestrade answered before he could say something.
"When John left, am I right?"