Chapter 7: Please John
Notes:
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After he pursued Sherlock to take a bath, Lestrade could finally leave Baker street.
He wanted to be sure that Sherlock took his bath, and to be honest… he wanted a confirmation that he hadn't been dreaming when he discovered that Sherlock was a real merman.
It was a little awkward to see the detective strip, but it was even crazier to see him transform.
Sherlock's legs looked like they were melting, scales covered his skin and before Lestrade could take a proper look at how the consulting detective became a merman, the transformation was over.
He sighed at the memory, and realized that he had arrived at John's temporary home.
He used an old copper door knocker to knock on the wooden door. After he waited a little, he could hear footsteps approaching in the distance. When John opened the door, his face looked surprised, and shocked at the same time.
" Lestrade" he said with a little surprise in his voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?" the detective inspector asked.
John stepped aside to let him pass. "Be my guest."
When he was inside John's new flat, Lestrade studied the place. The living room, was the only room so it also functioned as John's bedroom. He had to admit: It looked horrible.
"Nice flat" he said.
John sighed. "No it isn't, it's awful here, but it's the only place that I could afford. I would like to go back you know."
"Then go back" Lestrade answered.
John let out a humorous laugh. "You know I can't! Sherlock made it clear, he doesn't want me there."
Lestrade shook his head. "I've seen him this morning, he hadn't eaten for days, and don't let me talk about his personal hygiene. To be honest, he looked horrible John. He doesn't show it to people, but he's lost without you."
John made a pained face. "He's keeping secrets Lestrade, he doesn't trust me! Why would he need me? What is friendship if you can't trust each other?"
"No John!" said Lestrade with a clear voice. "This isn't about trust, he wants to tell you his secret, but his problem is… He can't.
John looked up suspiciously. "You know his secret? That bastard told you his secret? He doesn't trust me, but he told you."
Lestrade didn't know how to reply, he had to get John back, but he just made it worse.
John paced furious around the room.
"No John… OK yes, I know it, but he didn't told me!" He closed his eyes. "I found it out by accident, he discovered it today that I know about his secret." Lestrade knew that John was thinking about his words, biting on his upper lip.
"I can't go back… to know he has a secret and he can't tell me what it is. It even makes it worse that you know what it is, but he can't tell me. I'm his best friend… or I was. He knows everything about me, but I don't know a thing about him. God I even kissed him!"
Raw anger and pain spread over John's face. "I'm his only friend!"
Now he understood, John was not only Sherlock's best friend, he loved Sherlock, but he didn't know Sherlock loved him. Now he knew why John felt so betrayed.
"John" Lestrade said softly "He wants to share his secret with you. He loves you, even I can see he does. The problem is, if he speaks about it to anyone, he dies.
The only way to know his secret, is to discover the truth on your own. Like I did."
John shook his head in confusion. "That doesn't make any sense. Is there someone who wants to kill him?"
Lestrade gave no answer, but he stared at John with a worried expression.
John licked his lips. "Ok… Ok, I will go back to Baker street, but how will I explain the kiss? Oh my god, I really kissed him!"
Lestrade smiled. "Don't worry about the kiss John… but I want you to know I had a conversation with Sherlock to find a way to show you his secret."
He rubbed his hand through his silver hair before he continued to speak.
"Find a way to show you, but also to let him live. Sherlock's says that with practice you can be smart, that you can use your deduction skills, but that you have to work on it."
Lestrade's words became fiercer, because he really wanted this to work.
"Try to study his manners John! His words, the things he likes, the things he hates, everything."
John held his hands up in a reassuring gesture. "Ok… Ok, I got it"
A first real smile appeared on John's face. "Let's go back to Baker street… to Sherlock."