Chapter Twenty-One: Come to Me, My Sweetest Friend
"She’s leaving?" he asked, his tone irritated. John frowned. Out of everyone, Sherlock should be the happiest. He got what he had wanted. He’d ruined John’s dinner.
"Well, you haven’t exactly been acting like a good host tonight," John replied, "I think Sarah is officially done with me now, so… Thank you, Sherlock."
A confused expression crossed Sherlock’s face, but it only stayed there briefly. “It wasn’t going to go anywhere anyways,” Sherlock stated bluntly, “Sarah isn’t over her last ex-boyfriend. I went to her house once, remember? She still has some of his clothes in the closet and his cologne in her medicine cabinet. Not to mention the picture on the fireplace of their romantic weekend in Liverpool. I mean, really, who goes toLiverpoolfor vacation, anyways/? That’s almost as confusing as the fact thatyoudidn’t even notice it and you were over there so much?”
John absorbed this information. It didn’t make him feel any better, but he knew Sherlock wouldn’t care about that. So, instead he addressed the other thing on his mind, tilting his head.”What were you doing in her closet?”
"Irrelevant," he sighed, falling onto the couch and waving his arm in the air carelessly. "And let me guess, since youdidn’tchase down Sarah and you aren’t getting back with her, you’re now going to go to the bar in hopes that you find a new girl to fill your loneliness, or that you get drunk enough to forget about said loneliness?”
The doctor shook his head and headed to the door, grabbing his keys. “You know, you’re a real arse sometimes,” he said, “And, besides, it doesn’t hurt having a girlfriend, alright? Sometimes, it’s nice to have a break from all this. From the violin-playing and the running and solving weird murders and finding a mummified cat in the dishwasher-“
"Itoldyou it was an experiment!” Sherlock defended, “And it was getting euthanized anyways! It was its last day at the pound. It was going to die anyways, at least die in the name of science.”
John winced. “Right…”
"And I wasn’t judging you for needing companionship," Sherlock continued, "No, most humans need it. The thing is that you found it in Sarah, a woman who clearly wasn’t going to stick around for very long. It could be a type, and if it is, it completely contradicts your want to have a companion anyways."
John, frustrated, finally let his anger show. “Yeah?” he asked, “You’re lecturing me about women who will only leave me?” His eyes met Sherlock’s. The detective sat up slightly on the couch. He looked confused for a moment, but John saw the little bit of fear in his eyes that showed he was already guessing what he was going to bring up. “Let’s talk aboutyou, Sherlock.”
"I don’t know what you’re talking about-"
"You claim you’re married to your job and you show absolutelynointerest in any man or woman that I’ve seen you with,” John said, fully facing his friend now, “The first time I see you with Amy Pond, you’re actuallyhuggingher!You! Of all people,hugging someone!”
“Shehuggedme,” Sherlock corrected.
"And you let her! And I don’t care what you say about the sex pollen, there was a part of you that actually thoroughly enjoyed that," he argued, "Face it, Sherlock. You have feelings for Amy. I know you do, and so do you, you’re just too stubborn to admit them. Theonlyreason you’re /really/ upset tonight is not the fact that I said anything about you on my blog, but thatAmysaw it. You care about what she thinks.”
"John, you’re being-"
"Do not lecture me onmyrelationships,” John said with finality, opening the door behind him, his eyes still locked on Sherlock, “Not when you’re in love with a girl who constantly leaves you for another man to goflying up in bloody space in a damn phone box!”
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Doctor, are you out there? Can you hear me? Doctor? Oh, God. Please, please, Doctor, just get me out of this.
This kid said something that offended a girl and my English teacher did this.
The smug look got wiped off his face and became this when the teacher encouraged us to take pictures.
… This is what happens when I don’t go on my personal apparently…
stop calling me cute im not cute im punk i have 0 feelings and eat sheets of metal for breakfast