Sorry i didnt upload this sooner. My grandmother died earlier this week, and its been shitty tbh.

I texted my friend about it and all i got was 'Sorry'

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Songfic- song suggested by boredsherlockian

I do not know why I would go
In front of you and hide my soul
Cause you're the only one who knows it,
Yeah you're the only one who knows it

"Did you get milk?"

"Of course,"

John turned around to looked down at Sherlock, who was lying on the couch, and Sherlock looked back.

"You're lying,"

Sherlock pretended to be offended.

"Am not!" "Are too,"

Sherlock glared at John, and John glared back, before Sherlock was defeated, and looked away, sticking his toungue out.

John rolled his eyes, and pretended that what Sherlock just did wasnt absolutely adorable.

And I will hide behind my pride
Don't know why I think I can lie
Cause there's a screen on my chest
Yeah there's a screen on my chest

Sherlock curled up in the cab, as John glanced over to him.

"Whatchya doin?"

"Nothing," Sherlock said harshly as he huddled the phone close to his body, and scrolled on it.

"Again-what are you doing?"

"Again-nothing," Sherlock mouthed back, and John glared, before smirking and looking in the window of the cab.

"I can see what you're doing, Sherlock,"

Sherlock froze, and then glared, shutting off his phone, and huddling closer to the car door.

John smiled knowingly to himself.

I'm standing in front of you
I'm standing in front of you
I'm trying to be so cool
Everything together trying to be so cool

"...So, it must be the waitress, because she was the only one who had red nail polish at the time-'oh Sherlock, how could you possibly know that?'-, well to inform your puny minds, red would be distasteful on the other women-which are only 2 others working there- and also I searched the lockers and the waitress' was the only one to have a scent of nail polish, and slight red marks in it," He breathed.

He quickly looked to John to see his reaction, and John stared back before smiling.

"Brilliant, as always,"

Sherlock smirked back, and Lestrade piped in.

"So, you sure?"

The moment was gone, and Sherlocks smile fell into his usual make-up.

"Yes, positive Lestrade,"

I can't see past my own nose, I'm seeing everything in slo-mo
Look out below crashing down to the ground just like a vertical locomotive

John huffed as he watched Sherlock strain against the mans strong arms, which were pinning him down.

John felt something flare inside him as he shoved away the mans accomplice, sitting up, then wincing as the man threw a punch to Sherlocks face.

John heard him groan, and then ran forward, grabbing the back of the mans collar, and slugging him off of Sherlock, kicking him in the chest, and swiftly pulling a gun, and aiming it at him.

Sherlock dazily sat up to see John looking down at the man with a gun.

"Touch him again, and i will kill you," John breathed, dark and heavily as the man began to shrink under his foot.

There was a long silence, before Sherlock opened his mouth.

"J-" His word was interrupted by a loud shot, and a scream.

"Y-you shot my leg!" "That was the intension,"

Sherlock stared wide eyed at the man and John, who was pressing his foot to the wound.

"W-why!?"

John made a sarcastic face, as if finding a reason as to why.

"Hmm i dunno, you killed 3 women, raped 2, and-oh ya-made Sherlock Holmes bleed, do you think those arnt good enough reasons, or sha'll i go on?"

Sherlocks heart beat at rapid fire as a sudden hot and heavy feeling began to fall into his heart and clutch his chest.

That's a train, am I painting the picture that's in my brain?
A train from the sky, locomotive, my motives are insane

"John! Quick!" "SheeRRR-" Sherlock slugged John into a dark closed alley, and then pressed the both of them into a tiny area between two buildings, and John was about to say something, when Sherlock covered his mouth with his hand.

Johns big blue eyes stared up at him, as Sherlock watched the people that were running after them, run past the small space they were cramped in.

After a minute, they both breathed a sigh of relief, and panted, before their eyes met and they began to giggle, foreheads resting on opposite sides of each wall, breath landing in the others ear.

They giggled for a little while, and John began to move a bit, head drooping to Sherlocks shoulder, and resting there.

They didnt move for quiet sometime.

My flow's not great, okay, I conversate with people
Who know if I flow on a song I'll get no radio play

"Freak,"

Sherlock rolled his eyes at Donovan, pulling John along and past the police tape.

"C'mon John," He mumbled, but John didnt move.

"John-" Sherlock froze as he saw John stare daggers at Sally.

"Y'know, i dont understand people like you,"

Silence.

"People who pick on others, not because they're jealous of them, or because at one point they did something to you, but just because you can,"

Donovan blinked at him, eyes shifting around.

Sherlock opened his mouth. "John, its fine-" "No," John said, turning to look at him.

"Its not. Its not fine, because you let people as low as Sally pick on you, and you never do anything! Ever!"

"But J-" "No! You dont get it! Do you like being pushed around? Do you like people calling you names? Hm? Because, i dont. Im tired of it, watching your face drop, and then you not do anything about it!"

Sherlock flushed, and so did Donovan, both for different reasons.

John turned to Sally.

"I hope you'll be happy one day. I hope you'll find your reason in Sherlocks life, because he most definetly doesnt need someone like you. Yeah he's different, but he's a good kind of different. Something you'll never be. Ever. Goodbye,"

And with that, John carded his fingers through Sherlocks hands, and pulled him along at a fast pace, leaving Sally there stunned.

While you're doing fine, there's some people and I
Who have a really tough time getting through this life
So excuse us while we sing to the sky.

Sherlock ran his fingers through his hair, and John glared at him.

"How hard?! How hard is it to apologise?!" "Oh god, why?!

"Wh-why?! Are you asking me why? Jesus- Sherlock because its the right thing to do!"

"Oh and the right thing to do is not tell them the truth?!"

"No! The right thing to do is be bloody human for once, but nooo, Sherlock Holmes is a sociopath-oh lets not forget, and high functioning one as well! A bloody fucking machine, no wonder nobody can bloody stand you, let alone love you!"

It had all slipped out. It hadnt been mean to. He never meant it.

But Sherlock blinked, all color draining from his face as he looked at John Watson, and man who had promise to help and care, a man who had been there at his need. A man who was his best friend, and a man Sherlock Holmes loved.

Sherlock and John stared at one another, John choking on his own air as he watched Sherlocks facade break and shatter, began to watch emotions swim through the pools of his eyes and fall down his face.

"... Sherlock... i.. i didnt-" But John was interrupted by silence, as Sherlock got up from his chair, and walked calmly to his room.

John slipped down the stairs, and away.

I'm standing in front of you
I'm standing in front of you
Im trying to be so cool
Everything together trying to be so cool

John bought many things as he slipped away into the cold night. He went out to every store.

He bought things Sherlock would like, bought things that would make Sherlock understand that he hadnt meant it. Hadnt meant any of it.

What if Sherlock doesnt want him back? What if Sherlock hates him too much?

Johns heart pounded with worry, and he quickly hurried home.

We're broken
We're broken
We're broken
We're broken people, oh.
We're broken people, oh.

Sherlock muffled his tears.

What is this? nonono, go awaynononono John no.

John was his friend... he wasnt supposed to say things like that, right?

John was supposed to love him too... so why didnt he?

Sherlock felt broken and riddled and confused. God John is so confusing, why is he so confusing?!

Sherlock layed there for a while, and then sat up slowly.

He put up his facade again, and made his way to the bathroom, hair ruffled, face sweaty, and eyes red.

-

John ran up stairs, calling Sherlocks name loudly, holding several things-apologies.

So many apologies.

And Sherlock sat at the kitchen table, and looked painfully up at John, and winced when he stepped into the kitchen.

Johns heart ached.

"Sherlock.. im not going to hurt you-i-" Sherlock sent him a glassy look, and Johns jaw clenched.

"I.. i came to say.. sorry,"

I'm standing in front of you
I'm standing in front of you
I'm trying to be so cool
Everything together trying to be so cool

Sherlock looked at him.

John sighed, and stepped forward, taking Sherlocks hand gently and pulling him close.

"Im sorry.. i.. i love you,"

Sherlocks eyes widened, and he opened his mouth.

"B-but you sa-" "Forget what i said i didnt mean it im sorry sherlock so sorry so so so sorry," John whispered, and he pulled his detective close into a warm embrace, leaving a kiss on Sherlocks blushing face.

"I love you too,"