Home Is Where My Heart Is, Only With You. (Johnlock)

  [A/N: Sorry for all the notes, but this is important!!! I will be throwing in someone else's P.O.V. in this chapter! It won't be the last time this will happen, either. But it will mainly be just Sherlock and John through the chapters. Anyone else will be rare. And, as always, it will be easy to tell who's it is. It's all about context clues! :D ^_^ ]

  Confident, bashful, silly John walks a little ways ahead of me. Ah, it’s so good to be back, to be able to see him again, without hiding! Without disguise and uncomfortable clothes! I love it. But not as much as I love him.

  He turns his head to see where I had gone. I notice he shivers a little, too. Well, it is a night out in London. We’re just walking home, 221b Baker Street, and we can see it up ahead.

  “Sherlock, you’re lagging behind.” He smiles at me, “and what’s that goofy grin for?” He shivers again, and I can tell he’s trying to hide it.

  I smirk and catch up to him. I throw the right side of my long coat that I always wear over his shoulder farthest away from me. He catches it with his right hand before it falls off him. I drape my arm over his shoulders. I keep my left hand in my pocket.

  I look down at him as we approach the door that leads to our flat. We stop as he looks up at me, his nose red from the cold. I also notice he’s blushing quite a bit. I’ll never get over how cute he is when he blushes. I smile down at him.

  “We should probably get you inside and warm you up. Don’t want you catching a cold now, do we?”

  “Probably.” The tone of his voice suggests otherwise.

  After stare down at his cute face and watching him get redder, I just couldn’t help myself any longer. I slowly lean my head down to meet his lips with mine. I close my eyes as I get closer. I feel his left hand, which has been balled up in a loose fist the whole walk home, brush my cheek and pull me closer. I feel his eyelashes on my face as he closes his eyes and I receive my first kiss from the love of my life.

  As I open my eyes, I find myself in a dark room, with only a few lights from a tank and monitor. The sound of the breathing mask snaps me back into reality. Dreaming. I was dreaming. Oh, why did it have to be a dream?

  I breath into slowly through my nose, reclosing my eyes and rubbing my face with my hands. I exhale loudly through my mouth, noticing it being a little shaky. I run a hand through my hair and rest my hands on my stomach, turning onto my back to stare at the ceiling for a moment.

  I turn my head to the left to look at John, unmoving from his passed out position. I take his hand, which was laying by his side, in mine and pull it onto my stomach to meet my other one. I hold his hand in both of mine and look back at the ceiling. 

  "God, John. How I wish you'd wake up." I run my left thumb over his fingers, then intertwine ours.  I rub my face again with my right hand and give into the tears that flow all to easily these days.

  "Sentiment. I hate it. It's the reason for my tears, the reason for these... feelings." I shake my hand in front of my face in frustation. "I mean, I just want you to...." I couldn't finish. My sobs had taken over my throat. I swear, I will never cry like this in front of you again, ever.

  Wake up. John finished for me. Yes, please wake up. When you wake up, I will play my feelings for you. The true song that should be ours. I'm so tired of our old one running through my head every night. It's been torture for the past year.

  Though I guess I tortured you for the last two.

  I curse at myself silently, beginning to regain control of my emotions.