Chapter 10: I will still love you

Notes:

Now were even with my AO3, the next chapter will be up today or tomorrow :).

After he got his belstaff coat, Sherlock took a cab to the crime scene.

Lestrade told him he could join him in his car, but he just wanted to be alone with John.

He studied John with his ocean eyes. John was tucked near the window, pretending to look outside. He failed miserably, because he could see the secretive glances that he gave Sherlock through the reflection of the window.

"John."

John's head turned to him.

"Sherlock?"

He came closer, their noses almost touching.

Not sure how to react he closed his eyes and caught John's lips.

Their second kiss was more passionate, he felt John leaning into the kiss, their tongues dancing around each other. If he didn't had to breath, he would stay like this for ever. Breathing was boring indeed! Out of breath they departed.

Sherlock cleared his throat. "John, that was good." He didn't know how to react at feelings. It was good. It felt good.

John smiled. "That was good indeed." There was an affectionate twinkling in his eyes, when he caught Sherlock's lips again.

Donovan's eyes went huge when Sherlock entered the crime scene. "Is this some kind of a sick joke?"
Sherlock ignored her, and tried to make his way to the body when she blocked him. "Answer me freak!"
Sherlock let out an annoyed sigh "I just found out about the body, let me through so that I can examine it." Without giving her a second glare, he marched to the body. The person on the ground looked exactly like him, he couldn't be the guy who was working for Moriarty, his body was found in a sewer.
"Male, around the age of thirty seven, unmarried,…"
"And looks exactly like you." John interrupted.
Before John could ask more questions, Sherlock walked over to Lestrade "I need to take a DNA sample."

Lestrade bit on his lip, and shrugged "Sherlock, you know what this is already." He whispered it hard enough that John could eavesdrop, but quiet so that the rest couldn't hear it. "They are like you Sherlock, we took samples from the last bodies."
"You didn't! You gave the DNA of those people to a complete stranger? What if the world finds out?"
"Calm down Sherlock." Lestrade answered. "The person who researched the bodies was Molly Hooper, even if she notices something weird, she wouldn't tell it."
Molly of course she wouldn't, he had trusted her with his life. "Meet me at Barts, for once you are right Lestrade, someone is targeting my people."

After Sherlock took some DNA from the body, John followed him into a silent cab ride to St. Barts.

"So…" He looked at Sherlock who was still researching the DNA under the microscope. "Do you feel like sharing information?"

When Sherlock didn't answer he continued, he knew that Lestrade had warned him about Sherlock and secrets, but he also knew that the bodies had to do something with Sherlock's past.
"Sherlock, I know that this body has something to do with you, you can tell me, or I have to find it out myself."
He sighed. "I'm worried Sherlock, this could have been you, it…" Sherlock terminated his train of thoughts and worries before he could become angry again. "Shut up John, you know that I can't tell you, but I can tell you something."
Sherlock abandoned the microscope and closed the distance between their bodies.
"It's just that I never loved someone before, before you I didn't do feelings. Now that I gave in to my feelings for you, I'm scared that you would leave me." He closed his eyes and swallowed. "I would leave me, I'm a freak after all. Why do you love me John?"

John pressed a kiss on Sherlock's lips. "You are no freak Sherlock Holmes, you are the most brilliant man that I know. Whatever your secret is, I will still love you."
"How can I know that for sure John?"
John gave him a smile. "Deduce it."

John couldn't believe his eyes when Sherlock explained him a part of his life story, and how more he thought about it, how more he realised that he didn't really knew Sherlock.
It was hurting him a little, knowing that his best friend and sort of boyfriend Sherlock had another life before he became a Holmes.
Sherlock was adopted.
Off course it made some sense… why he hated Mycroft so much, sometimes they didn't behave like brothers at all.
Sherlock claimed that Mycroft saw him as an intruder, but when John asked where he came from, he went silent.

John carefully approached the subject of the body. "Sherlock, you just told me about being you adopted, just answer me… Is that body is related to you?"
He braced himself, because he sort of knew already what Sherlock was going to answer.

"Yes he is John. I didn't know it for sure, that's why I needed the DNA.
I thought he was dead, a long time ago someone told me my whole family died."

Sherlock brought his hands to his face like a prayer. "John, the body that the yard found was my twin brother."