Loyal (Johnlock)

Wandering (Sherlock POV)

I walked down the dreary streets, my coat collar swamped as the rain pounded it down. My hair was plastered to my face and I couldn't stop the growing bubble of panic and rage from running loose in my mind. The droplets of water trickled down my face, mingling with my tears. That was the thing about walking in the rain, no one could see you crying.  I found myself cursing the author, if only she had updated sooner- I wouldn't be falling so steeply into this state of being. (AN: There, I am so sorry for being like the worst updater ever and also sucking at writing- now even Sherlock hates me lol).

"He'll be back soon, Moriarty won't stop playing as long as I'm still in the game" I shook my head and glowered up at the sky. I prayed that I was right. I had made it back to London only moments earlier, but had yet to make it back to my flat. I refused to go back until John was safe and Moriarty out of the picture. I pulled my phone out, looking over all the texts I had received.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who wants you dead. Johnny Boy wants to watch. Jim Moriarty x." The text suddenly popped up on my screen. I blinked once, twice, three times before I rubbed my hand over my face, pulling my skin taut.

"Well, what am I to do?" I thought rhetorically. The rage was boiling up everything inside me, leaving me an empty shell of who I once was. I shook my head, causing rain to fly from my hair and my mane to slap wetly against my face.

"Sir?" A small and tiny voice drew me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I hummed, turning to face the speaker. It was a tall young man, almost as tall as me. He was dressed in a brown business suit with black dress shoes and stood beneath a large black umbrella. One or two people bustled down the sidewalks, huddling into their jackets and ducking into stores. The town was almost deserted.

"Are you okay? You've been standing here for the past half hour..." his free hand was rubbing at the back of his head.

"Have I now? And you've been watching me that entire time." I drawled, already bored with this conversation.

"Well, uh," the man's face ignited with embarrassment, "yes...?" He looked up at me sheepishly.

"That's quite stalkerish." My voice was monotone, "but at least you had the decency to admit it."

"Uh, yeah, sorry, it's just...well...you're good looking..." his blush grew even brighter, I could almost hear the rain sizzling as it even neared his face.

"And you're gay."

"Excuse me?" He looked slightly taken aback at my response.

"Sorry, thought we were stating the obvious." I shrugged, unable to stop the small smirk that dawned on my lips.

"John. John. John. John. John." A voice screamed through my head.

"I guess we were." The man chuckled and scuffed his shoe into the pavement, "maybe we should get some coffee together or something? My name's Albert." He held his hand out of the safety of his umbrella and I shook it quickly.

"Sherlock. Maybe we should." I had never really been flirted with, but it was easy to tell that that was what was going on right now. I wasn't even sure if I was flirting back or just being friendly.

"John. John. John. JOHN. JOHN. JOHN." The voice was now bellowing, causing my eyes to squint and me to grasp my throbbing head.

"Are you okay?" Albert reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder before quickly retracting it.

"Fine. Just a headache." I hissed through my teeth, "I really must be off, thanks Albert." I waved and began to stalk off into the rain, trying to escape this confusing scenario.