In hindsight, pushing John and running away probably wasn't the best choice in the situation.
John leaned up and I was cut off by his mouth on mine. His mouth was warm and soft. I could feel his rapid breath still on my face, his nose pressed against mine. His hands grasped my arms above my elbows, mine were frozen halfway up not touching anything. Neither of us moved.
After several hours, or a few more seconds, I couldn't tell, my brain caught up with the situation and commanded my body to move back. Fast.
John tipped forward a bit and snapped his eyes open, staring at me in surprise.
Another moment passed.
"Sherlock I'm so s-" John began, but I interrupted with a hand in the air.
"Don't," I said, "just-" but my brain couldn't seem to come up with more words so I bolted. Around John, through the door, down hallways and up stairs until I came to the roof. It was dark, but I found a secluded spot behind some equipment and settled down to think.
Think. Ha. As if I could. Too many things had happened to my body and mind the past few hours. Jealousy. Unwarranted anger. Ennui. Relief in a gunshot. Sleep. Happiness, sadness, dejection, anger again. Elation. It was more than I go through on a normal week. All of it, spinning in my mind. Chemicals acting and counteracting in ways that made me dizzy. Too much.
My body must have decided to simply shut down until the chemicals could make some sense of themselves, because the next time I opened my eyes it was to morning. My neck was stiff when I stood up, my seat was cold and joints stiff. I bet John's been worried. I reached for my phone but it wasn't on me. It mustbe back in my room.
With John.
Oh.
Oh.
Last night actually happened.
The, the kiss, was... new. Obviously, I didn't have anything to compare it to. No one would've though to kiss the freak.
Then why would John?
I made my way downstairs and to our room. I hope John is at breakfast, I thought while opening the door.
Light from the hallway revealed half of a deserted room. I let out a breath I hadn't been aware was held and flipped on the light.
The light, in turn, lit the room causing a sleeping figure in a chair to awaken quite rudely.
John blinked and yawned, stretching his limbs and blearily looked a path round the room. To me.
"Mornin' Sherl- SHERLOCK!"
I flinched.
"Oh Sherlock, where have you been! I looked all over for you! I was worried!"
"Roof," I muttered, walking to my desk.
John came up behind me and watched me shuffle through some old lab notes.
"I'll remember that for next time. Listen, Sherlock, we need to talk. About, well, you know. But I'm starving and I'm sure you are too so I'm going to skip down to the canteen before it closes, alright? Just, stay here, okay?"
I nodded in understanding and kept looking through the papers for a distraction. There was this one lab involving acid and blood...
Soon, John came back with food. He sat a tray in my line of sight and sat on his bed, staring at his toast and beans.
"Sher-"
"I need some acid," I said.
"Er, what?"
"Acid. From the lab. I'll be back."
"But the lab is locked! It's holiday Sherlock."
I waved my lock-picking kit at him, tugging on my shoes.
"Fine. I'll just come with you!" said John. "It could be dangerous, and we still need to talk."
I made my way out the door with John following close behind - blessedly silent. I knew he wanted to talk but I wasn't sure what to say. Or what he would say. I wasn't really sure of much, come to think of it.
What do you do in a situation like this? I wasn't even sure if I liked Joh- That's a lie. Of course I like John. But what of his true feelings? I don't think I could take it if he said he didn't mean it. This friendship is the only thing I've got, and I'm not about to let it go.
I strode across the courtyard leading to the science building, fast enough that John was slightly behind me.
The door to the building was unlocked, likely by a janitor, so we made our way quietly through the halls and stairs to the chemistry floor. There were no cameras to worry with, but with an unknown amount of people here it was wise to keep shut. Luckily for me.
We were to the door I need quite soon. John covered me while I kneeled down and began to lock-pick. Tricky, tricky.
"Sherlock," John whispered. I ignored him.
"Sherlock!" he said with some urgency. "I think there's someone coming!"
I listened too and could hear faint footsteps coming up the nearby stairs.
Shit.
I wasn't done with the lock, we were in full view of the stairs and trapped. Verbal instructions were out at this point so I grabbed John's arm and ran as silently as I could down the hall, looking at each door. Locked. Locked. I wouldn't go in Wolfe's classroom if it'd save my life. Locked. Unlocked!
I pulled him to the door and twisted the knob, bringing us both inside. The small, dark place surprised me. Storage closet. I was on one side and John was on the other, our sides pressed together.
We caught our breath and tried not to move or talk. Whoever came up those stairs was still on this floor. After a minute or so, we heard the person walk past.
Male, 5'10", walking asymmetrically on purpose, probably listening to music.
John let out a sigh of relief.
"That was close," he whispered.
"Dangerous indeed, good call," I shot back. We waited another few minutes to make sure the coast was clear before we fully relaxed. John dropped my hand. It felt cold.
"Where are we?"
"Storage closet, obviously." I tried the door, locked.
John noticed. "You locked us in! What're we going to do? We can't exactly call out for help!-"
I tuned him out. What storage closet would ever lock from the outside? Then again, why would you lock it form the inside… My phone still wasn't with me so I reached for his. To do this, I had to reach across his body and into his pocket, effectively shutting him up.
"Sherlock, what?"
"No signal, of course, but it will be useful as a light." I flicked the screen and light flooded the room. John was standing very close. I turned away from him and examined the closet. It was lined with shelves almost all the way round the room, each shelf was lined in various containers and vials. Chemistry supplies.
I thrust the phone to John and glanced around more for the acid I needed. I found it quickly and began collecting several vials and jars I deemed useful. John watched me and pointed the phone to where I was looking. Something flashed near the top in the light. What was that? I wondered. The room wasn't equipped with a ladder and even at my height I couldn't reach. I saw an overturned bucket near a corner. Grabbing a hold of the shelves I pulled myself up. I could just barely reach the shelf then.
"What are you doing Sherlock?" John asked from the cramped space below.
My body was blocking most of the light and I struggled to lean where I could see.
"Get down!" said John, struggling to move the light where I could see. My left hand came off of the shelf and I could see the object clearly. It was a jar of mercury. Useless. I lost interest and my balance was further corrupted. I could feel myself falling. I twisted, attempting to right myself but all I managed to do was fall face first onto John.