Chapter 7

Sherlock's POV

I sat in my cell room, but I was really in my mind palace. I usually spent the whole week in there, not knowing it was Friday until Mycroft and Lestrade showed up to get me. I had a room for John. I suppose people would consider it a shrine. Pictures and memories were around the walls, and I had a statue of John made, and he looked so life like. I guess it sounds a bit strange to outsiders, but being without him was torturous to me. I couldn't bear it.  I loved him with all my heart, and being away from him for even a second was excruciating. Prison was fine. It was just like Baskerville, except at Baskerville I had John. I wanted him so badly. I needed to get out of prison, but I had to work out a foolproof plan in order to do so. 

There was a sudden commotion from outside my cell, and I quickly got up, and peered through the metal bars. I had a private cell with only one guard, so any sort of commotion was unusual. The guard was on the ground, slumped against the wall. There was blood pouring from his head, and I knew he had a fractured skull. There was someone standing over him, and I knew by the posture who it was before he turned to face me. 

"Did you miss me?" Came his soft Irish voice as he turned to face me, a devilish smirk playing at his lips. 

I felt my emotionless mask slip a bit, but I regained it and continued to stare at him. Moriarty walked over to me and unlocked the door of my cell. I went to walk out, but instead he pushed me back in and pressed me against the wall. Curious to see what he was going to do, I didn't resist him. 

Moriarty's face came close to mine, and I felt his warm breath tickle my face. "I said did you miss me?" Before I had a chance to respond, Moriarty pressed his lips against mine. His lips were cold, but the kiss was nice. Wait, what was I thinking? I shoved him away and quickly wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. "What the hell?"

"Oh, come on, Sherly. You know you enjoyed it."

"Actually, no, I didn't. Why are you here?"

"You won't even ask me how I'm here?"

"I actually don't care. You're alive, and therefore I don't need to be here so if you'll excuse me, I'd like to leave."

Moriarty groaned. "You're no fun!"

"Sure I am. Only you're not special enough to witness my fun side." I winked as I stepped past Moriarty, and walked away, stepping over the deceased guard as I did so. Mycroft was coming in to visit me as I came out, and I grabbed his arm. "No time to explain, call your men in, the game is on."

Mycroft got right onto it, and when we got back to his house, a dozen men in official suits were waiting for us, and John was there too. I picked John up in my arms and twirled him around before setting him back on the ground, giving him a passionate kiss on the lips. I realized people were waiting for me to explain, so I pulled away from John, and turned to the others. 

"Moriarty is alive. He killed the guard and unlocked the door to get me out. He's up to something, I don't know what, but I sure as hell will find out."

Mycroft waved his hand, and half of the men left, obviously going to the prison to sort out privacy issues and the dead guard. The other men hung around, wanting me to provide them with more details. I told them all I knew, all I noticed, and after an hour of two of Mycroft's phone calls, it was confirmed that I would be able to go back to Baskerville that same night with John. I would be back in 221b, and John's roommate would be going into another room. John seemed a bit upset about that, but he shrugged it off easily enough. 

Hand in hand, John and I went back to 221b Baker at Baskerville Boarding School, and we flopped down on his bed. I sighed and looked at John, and he grinned at me and I grinned back. "It's good to be back."

"It's good to have you back."

I grinned and in one swift moment I was on top of John, and I leaned down, my eyes never leaving his. "Just like the good old days," John murmured, wriggling excitedly underneath me. I moved down and my eyes closed. Just as I was about to kiss John, there was a knock on the door. 

I froze and opened my eyes, sighing with irritation. "Just ignore it," John told me, his hand moving to the back of my neck to pull me down. 

"John?" Came a males voice from the other side of the door. 

"It's Charlie," John sighed, ushering me off of him. I got up, but went and answered the door. 

"John I erm- oh, sorry-" the boy said as he saw I wasn't John. He was shorter than me, -but then again practically everyone was- and he had black curly hair and blue eyes. He looked nervous to see me. 

"Filled in for me while I was gone, did you?" I said sharply.

"I, erm, ah, what?" He rambled nervously.

"You were John's roommate while I was away, yes?"

"Oh... Right... Of course... Yeah, I was."

"You have strong feelings for my boyfriend. You were coming over here to tell him how you feel about him, so obviously no one told you why you moved. In case it's not clear to you, it wouldn't surprise me if you don't see it, but I am John's rightful roommate and I am also his boyfriend and John. Is. Mine." 

John sighed. "Sherlock."

I continued on. "You've got an abusive father, that's why you're here. Your mum used her life savings to get you away from him. She probably didn't tell you that, did she? Nope, judging by the look on your face, I'd say she hasn't..." Sherlock trailed off for a second, but then started again. "Oh, and you also get bullied constantly, Anderson in particular, of course he would come back. Saw that one coming. You have tears welling up in your eyes, have I gone to far?" I turned to John and saw him looking at me, looking disbelievingly, and I could see he wasn't happy with me. I turned back to the other boy who was allowing the tears to pour down his face, and even a sociopath like myself couldn't not notice the hurt that was clear on his face. 

He turned and ran away, and honestly I couldn't care less. Until I turned back to John. 

"I can't believe you, Sherlock."

"Huh?"

"Huh? You just upset him! Do you know how much it would've taken for him to come here? Do you even feel? Y-you're like a machine!" John roared, pulling at his hair in agitation. "You have to stop doing that! Just stop deducing and ruining and... And being you!" John looked mortified that he had said that to me. "Sherlock I'm-"

"No! No, John. It's my turn to talk now," I cut him off. "Yes, I do have feelings. I love you, John, soo excuse me if I don't like having competition. What you just said? That hurt me. That hurt me a lot. I have missed you so damn much, John. I wanted time alone with you, back in the comforts of our room, and that- that boy ruined it. I'm sorry, John. I'm sorry if you think I don't care at all. I'm sorry if in reality I care too much. You want me to stop being me? Yeah, just like everyone else."

I turned on my heel and walked out of the room. I walked along the familiar corridors and out into the cold night air. A light rain fell from the sky, and I regretted not putting on my coat. I walked to the forest, where I used to smoke at night, and where Moriarty and John got shot. I didn't care in that moment. I just wanted to be free of all emotion, free of love and hate and everything in between. 

I went deep into the forest and slumped down against a tree, hugging my knees close to my chest. I sighed and felt tears prick my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I heard footsteps crunching along the pine needles, and I knew they were approaching me at a quick pace. I knew it was John. I could tell by the sound of his cheap shoes on the ground, and he was anxious, guilty. 

He sat down beside me, and I didn't bother looking up, but he wrapped my coat around my shoulders and watched me for quite some time. "Sherlock, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Any of it. I just wanted to hurt you, and that was the easiest way to go about it."

"Why, John? Why hurt the ones you love, the ones who love you more than their own life?"

"I don't know Sherlock, but I am so, so sorry. I love you so much."

"I love you too. And I'm sorry too. I'll apologize to your... Friend, too if it makes you feel better."

"Thank you."

I put my coat on properly and pulled John onto my lap, wrapping my coat around him as well. He snuggled in to me and kissed my shoulder. We sat there for a while, snogging in our own little world, before we decided to retire back to our room. I picked John up and put him on my back, giving him a piggy-back ride back to our room. After we brushed our teeth and went to the loo, we went back into the main room and snuggled into John's bed. I wrapped my arms around John's waist and he snuggled into my chest, his hair tickling my nose as his head rested in the crook of my neck. 

I wished for the moment to never end. I loved John more than anything, and if I had to get along with his crushes, then so be it. I would grit my teeth and try keep my deductions and judgments to myself. Of course it was going to be difficult; everyone was so moronic and stupid, missing blatant points. I wasn't going to be nice to him, but I would try and be tolerable. For John.