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Chapter 3 - Bad Night

Sherlock and John's feet hit the concrete streets as the ran after the killer. Sherlock's long lanky legs normally would have carried him farther and made him quicker than his friend but he found himself much slower. It was as if his battery was slowly draining. But he continued to run as much as he could along side John shouting instructions as in which way to go. They puffed and dodged the civilians as the chased the murder. The murder yelled at the cab until the cab stopped in it's tracks and shouted at the killer. Apparently they got sick of their passenger yelling at them to go faster and kicked them out of the car slowing John and Sherlock to get to the killer.
Lestrade soon arrived with Donovan and handcuffed the murdered shoving him into the police car. Sherlock was heavily breathing and John noticed the large bags under the man's eyes.
"Sherlock you good mate?" John cautiously asked his friend. Sherlock nodded in response. John sighed at his response and called a cab to pick them up.
When they arrived back at the flat Sherlock practically fell into his armchair. John our water on for tea and looked to the dark haired man who was obviously exhausted.
"Sherlock tell the truth. Are you alright?" John asked again. Sherlock's head was still face-planted into the pillow on his chair.
"Bad night" he mumbled half hoping that John didn't hear him but the doctor must have had very good ears.
John made his way over to Sherlock with the newly made tea.
"Sherlock look at me." John said blankly. Sitting down in his own arm chair. Sherlock didn't want to face John and remove his face from the comfort of his pillow but did so.
"Listen I care about you a lot and I wish you told me that you had a bad night last night." There eyes met each other. Sherlock twiddled with his fingers and he barely noticed he was lightly tapping his foot. It's seemed natural as they both leaned into each other. There lips met for only a few seconds before the two bolted back and exclaimed apologies frantically. They sat in the silence that filled up the flat. The awkward air that they breathed in was killing the both of them.
"I'm sorry for that, that was my fault I'm sorry I shouldn't ha-" Sherlock started but John cut him off.
"Sherlock, I haven't exactly been honest with you. I like you, more than a friend and I'm sorry I should have done that." It seemed like time stopped for the both of them. Sherlock found himself shocked. Someone could love him, someone like John.
There lips meet one more time but this time it's long, loving, and it seemed like the most important thing at the moment. They forgot everything else and only focused on each other for that one moment.

Hello everyone. Sorry for spamming I'm really bored. I have online school tomorrow because 2020 corona virus ✌️ and I'm gonna be so delusional because it's getting really late. I wanted to base this off of something I have I call "bad nights" that I kind of featured in chapter 1. Basically it's nights where I can't sleep due to me feeling uncomfortable in my body and really disphoric. I often can't sleep for a long while and right now I'm having one. Honestly it sucks because I love sleep. Though I am watching a RadPax livestream because Pax is amazing go support them on YouTube PLEASE. If this is something that happens to you one thing I found that helps is writing, drawing, and reading fanfic where a character is made trans (idk it just makes me feel better). I have no idea if this is a me thing but whatever I don't care.
- Umber