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Jim - Sherlock part 2

"You really don't want me to know the truth, do you?" Sherlock asked.

"No, I really don't. It isn't your buisness. Now both you and John get out of here. I don't want anything to happen to either of you. And I don't want either of you to see what happens next. I know what Jim does, he brings out the worst in me. I don't want you two to see that dark side of me. You would never look at me the same way again." I said.

"You have a past with Moriarty, I don't think I'll ever look at you the same way again anyway." John said.

"Let's go." Sherlock said.

And with that, Sherlock and John left. They were gone. I hid the fact that John's words hurt. I didn't want anyone to know that I was hurting. Yes, Jim and I were the only ones there, But, I still didn't want him to know that I was hurting.

I sighed. "You want to talk? Fine. Let's talk then. What do you want to talk about? Another scheme? Your bloody obsession with Sherlock? All the things you've accomplished?" I said, agitation lacing my voice.

"Your answer." Jim said.

"Answer? My answer? My answer to what, Jim?" I asked.

"Two months ago. The last time we talked. You asked me a question. You asked if I only keep you around because of your connection to Sherlock. You asked if, if you were not close to him, if you had no connection to him, if I would still keep you around." Jim said.

"Oh." I said. In all honesty, I didn't really remember that very well. I had sort of chosen to block it out of my mind.

"Do you want the answer?" Jim asked.

"Yeah, I do." I said.

"The answer, is no. No, I don't just keep you around because of your connection to Sherlock. And also, yes. Yes, I would still keep you around, even if you didn't have a connection to him." Jim said.

"Why hadn't you just told me that from the start then?" I asked.

"I didn't think it really mattered that much. I realize it does now. That's why I told you." Jim said.

"Alright. Fine. Then why? Why keep me around, care about me?" I asked.

"I feel for you." Jim said.

I tilted my head slightly. "You, feel for me?" I asked.

"Yes." Jim said.

"What do you mean, when you say that you feel for me? I don't, I don't quite understand." I said.

Jim pulled me in by the waist. He looked into my eyes. His dark brown eyes, almost felt like they were staring straight into my soul. Like, he could read every thought, every feeling.

"Do you understand now?" Jim asked.

I opened my mouth to say something, but words didn't come out. I shook my head.

Jim kissed me. The kiss was full of passion, and it felt almost like he had been craving it. Like kissing me was something he had wanted to do for a long time. After a few minutes, he broke the kiss, but still held me close.

"How about now? Now do you understand?" Jim asked.

"Yeah, I understand. I love you, Jim. Cutting you off the past couple of months, it was a mistake. I hated it. It was hell." I said.

"Then why did you do it in the first place?" Jim asked.

"I thought that you only gave a damn because of my connection to Sherlock. So, I wanted to see how well you could do without me." I said.

"You really thought that?" Jim asked.

"Yeah, I thought I had made that pretty clear." I said.

"Looking back, I suppose you did." Jim said.

"Yes. Well, I should get back to Baker Street. They may get a tad bit suspicious if I am gone for to long. It's already been quite a while, darling." I said.

"You're right. Just, before you go, can you promise me something?" Jim asked.

"Anything." I said.

"Stay in touch this time. I don't want to lose you." Jim said.

"Deal. That goes for you too though. You have to stay in touch as well." I said.

Jim let go of me. "I will. I promise." Jim said. And with that, he left, then I left as well.