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mina-theprofiler || con't from here

    The anger that shot through John's body surprised even him. He had never been...well, he'd never been too level-headed. But this was different. This situation was different. And John was furious.

    Sherlock had died. Well, John thought he had. He'd seen it happen, watching helplessly from the ground as his entire world changed. But Sherlock had lied. The whole situation was driving John mad. And not only was Sherlock back from the dead, but so was Mina. Well, she had never been dead. But John felt like he had been dead to her. After the incident with Sherlock, Mina just packed up and left. John was left completely alone. He was alone and forced to deal with the fact that the only two people in his life had decided to leave him. It was not easy to deal with. Then again, he'd never been great at dealing with things.

    Coping had never been a strength of his. And he would admit that turning to alcohol was not a smart solution. But it had been all he had to control his anger. So now he was at Baker Street, intending to confront Sherlock about the fact that he'd had the nerve to show up, alive, once again. Instead, he found Mina.

    When Mina left, he'd assumed it was because she could not stay in London, due to what had happened. But now it seemed that she and Sherlock had been in on this sick joke together, and John demanded answers.

" Yes, I'm very serious, " John spit out. " I'll let go of you once you tell me why the hell you and Sherlock did this to me- to everyone, " he added sharply.

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'a moment of weakness’

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26. My muse is temporarily blind.

    The last thing he remembered seeing was the back of a man clad in a simple black suit. He didn’t know who the man was. He wasn’t privy to anything that had been going on. All he knew was that Sherlock may have been in trouble, and John would be damned if he let anything happen to Sherlock again. He’d raced there in a hurry, desperate to get there in time, before anything happened and Sherlock got himself injured.

    He’d made it and he’d seen Sherlock, and Sherlock was safe, and John felt like he could breathe a bit easier. But then a blow caught him off guard, made his ears ring and disoriented him momentarily. He’d lost sight of Sherlock, but he’d seen the man running away, presumably away from the blast.

    Smoke filled the room quickly engulfing everything, leaving John coughing and confused. He didn’t know what had detonated, but he knew it could not have been good. And then it was dark. As he covered his mouth and nose instinctually, he waited for the smoke to clear. The room had gotten dark, and John couldn’t see a thing.

    He called out for Sherlock, praying that the man he had been trying to save was okay. He could breathe easier now, but he still couldn’t see. Everything was still unbearably dark and he could not figure out why.

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"You love someone else other than me anyway." {ofdeductiions}

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Hands clenched tightly into fists, John took in a ragged breath. He hadn’t wanted to have this conversation, had wanted to keep it on the back of his mind for as long as possible.

But he saw now that it was no longer possible.

" Sherlock, " John warned, clenching his fist again. " I don’t know what you want me to say. I can’t exactly help who I fall in love with. "

As much as he wished it wasn’t true, that certainly was the case. John had fallen in love with someone. But someone else? That was absurd. He and Sherlock weren’t…well, they had never discussed the errant feelings they’d had for each other. John had wanted to, on multiple occasions. But Sherlock always seemed to shut him down, to bring up his hard-kept belief that sentiment was erroneous. Feelings were a drawback, emotion was a disadvantage. John had heard it all in his years with Sherlock, and it was preposterous to think that John would be any exception to such a cold confidence. He recognised this, and, as much as it hurt him to do so, he had accepted it.

But now Sherlock was accusing him of falling in love with someone else. Someone else? Was there a someone in the first place? Had there been reciprocated feelings that John had somehow missed? Or was Sherlock simply referring to that strange idea of love that he always claimed he had? A type of platonic love, perhaps? John wasn’t sure, and he wasn’t sure he would get the answer from Sherlock, either. He had always been difficult about this sort of thing.

" What do you want to hear from me? "

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“You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.”

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❝ I’m not      --I’m not tired. ❞

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"I knew you wouldn’t be able to see it through."

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11 - My muse kisses your muse with tongue.

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      He wasn’t sure how it started. Perhaps they’d had too much to drink. No, that wasn’t it. Perhaps he had had too much to drink. More likely. Sherlock would never make such an error in judgement. Right?

      Perhaps it was his exhaustion making him see things -or feel things- that weren’t really there. He hadn’t sleep in thirty-six hours. It had been hell.

      Or perhaps it didn’t really matter how they got there. Perhaps John should just be thankful for the moment. It was quiet, Sherlock was in front of him, and he was happy.

      They had been laughing at something, although John wasn’t exactly sure what. Sherlock had smiled, and so he had smiled, and sometimes it was as simple as that.

      And the next thing he knew, his lips were on hers. His hand had somehow made its way to the back of Sherlock’s head, fingers slightly tangled in her hair. It started off innocent enough. But when he pulled back and looked at Sherlock’s face, took in her sharp eyes and the slight red that was showing up on her face, something shifted in him. Suddenly this wasn’t just a chaste showing of affection.

      He connected their lips again, his hand in Sherlock’s hair tightening ever so slightly. His free hand found its place on her cheek, and he tilted his head, hoping she would follow him.

She did.

      John’s lips parted and his tongue cautiously ran over Sherlock’s lips. It was an invitation of sorts, a subtle way of asking Sherlock if she was alright with this.

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❝ Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no. ❞

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send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number. | 61 - clinging hug.

John had never been too good about comforting people he didn’t know. As a doctor, comforting patients, it was different. It was professional, and it was something he’d practiced for years. But it was different when it wasn’t a patient.

Unsure of what else to do to comfort the man in front of him, he opened his arms to offer a hug. He gave Philip a sympathetic look, as if to say I’m sorry I can’t do any better than this. He wished he could.