#johnlocl

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”_________________________________________

Sherlock climbs the stairs two by two, listening at John follows him quickly. He leaves the door open, heading for the sofa directly and lying down, eyes already closed.

He listens carefully as John enters the flat, closing the door and hanging his coat silently.

Three, two, one…

"Sherlock, I know you’re listening, so can we stop this now.”

Sherlock doesn’t move, barely dares to breath. How could he have lose control so quickly.

“Sherlock,” John calls again, this time coming to sit on the coffee table. “Stop pretending you’re okay because I know you’re not. You’ve haven’t slept in days, almost never eats again and haven’t been able to fully focus on any of the cases Lestrade gave us.”

Sherlock shuts his eyes tighter, fighting back the urge to take John in his arms and apologizes, tell him everything.

“I’m worried, love,” John sighs, and Sherlock knows he has now his head in his hands. “Is it about… about us? Did I do someth-”

“No!” Sherlock replies immediately, sitting up, panicked. “No, we are fine, more than fine, absolutely brilliant.”

John stares at him for a long moment before smiling, “Yeah?” Sherlock nods, moving so he can face John properly. “Then what is it? I can’t just stand there and let you go through all this again.”

“I-” Sherlock begins, prepared to tell yet another lie, but the sadness in John’s eyes make his heart aches. He sighs, one hand digging into his trousser’s pocket, fidgeting with what’s in there. “I have been experiencing a new level of stress lately,” he says, regulating his breathing.

John nods slowly, “Why?”

“There’s this thing I’ve been wanting to do, but I can’t seem to know how to do it,” Sherlock finally confesses.

“What thing?” John frowns, leaning closer as he takes his free hand.

Sherlock stares down at their joined fingers, inhaling deeply before taking out the small box off his pocket. John’s shape inhale echoes in the room for a long moment.

“John, if you agree, I’d like to spend the rest of my life not only as your best friend and, well, lover, but also as your husband.”

Sherlock holds his breath, not yet realising he actually manage to said those words out loud. John is staring at the box, still closed, and Sherlock curses himself and opens it quickly. John’s bright laugher fills the living room, and Sherlock looks back at him.

“John?” He whispers, watching a tear slide down his cheek.

“Christ, I love you,” John smiles. “I love you despite he fact that only you worry over such an evidence.”

Sherlock frowns, not sure to understand, but John pulls him close, kissing him softly before saying, “Nothing would make me happier than to be your husband, Sherlock Holmes.”

Sherlock pulls away to stare into his eyes, reading there the trueness of John’s reply and he lets out a small laugh, feeling his chest expand with something very, very warm, “Yes?”

My meta brain tells me that Mary knew CAM had this planned. She knew he would go. Pressure point. Remember how they later found out he recorded them? Mary was in on it. Whether she was being threatened by CAM or not, idk. My point is… Save John Watson. Go to hell. Well, guess what? He already had thrown himself in fire before. She knew he’d do it again and he did! Save John Watson. Damn. Yeah. Metas. Let me live 😀 

 Yeah some moments were actually spent going to retrieve Sherlock wasn’t it? Some time was already lost while Mary went to show sherlock the code. She actually broke the code herself already. I mean she can climb the CAM Tower alone while pregnant. Rescuing John from the fire was not really hard for her. If Sherlock can do it. Mary, the highly skilled assassin would do it easy.

 They why the fuck didn’t she? Did she not know how to ride a motorbike? She did. Better than Sherlock. Her skills are way better. And on top of that  while sherlock just jumped on the fire ,she just stood and screamed.

Yeah she did look scared. But think about how she still kept her secret identity a priority. What is more important? Your facade? Or your fiance? 

She already gave away that she is not a normal nurse by referring to the skip code and I would sympathize if she accidentally revealed herself while trying to save John. But nope. She reveals herself while killing sherlock. And I will fight anyone who tells me she didn’t kill him.