I Need You.

[sockrodite]

"I Need You."

Maybe it's desperation. Maybe it's just the right time. Maybe you're in the heat of the moment, body-to-body, and you don't even think about it. Maybe you're scared, or angry, or maybe you're so overcome with love that you can't help but say it. Whatever the reason, you've found yourself with someone important: your partner, your family, your rival, your lover, the person of your dreams--and the words have fallen from your lips.

"I need you."

How do they react? How do you react if they've said it to you?

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[desecrated]

A slight shake of the head. There's grooves and small puckered circles from cigarettes. John doesn't know about his feet or the backs of his legs, but his back is the worst of it.

It's oddly relieving that John knows. He thought it would hurt, that it would be scary. That John would reject him and say he was ugly, he's kind of still waiting for that to happen.

[captainwatson]

"Why did you have to be alone?" John sighs; "Even if you couldn't bring me...Couldn't Mycroft give you protection?"

[desecrated]

"Mycroft did what was... reasonably possible." He keeps his head against John's neck, not moving much.

His heart feels like it's beating too fast. Is John going to push him away in disgust? His head hurts and he feels like vomiting again, but he's trying to breathe through it.

John. John's here with me. The warmth.

[captainwatson]

"He didn't do enough, the git. He should have looked after you." John grizzles.

He doesn't want to be mad at Sherlock. It's not his fault. But he can be mad at Mycroft. That's allowed.

John strokes his head.

"You got out...That's what matters."

[desecrated]

"Come home. To you." His arms shake.
He won't cry, he can't cry, he won't. That's what ... someone weak would do.
He's ... he can't be weak.

[captainwatson]

John does though. He can't help it, holding onto Sherlock as the tears begin to fall without warning.

"Y-you...just wanted to come back to me...?" his voice breaks.

All of this, all those scars, were for...John?

[desecrated]

Sherlock shakes slightly, managing a nod, a brush of his cheek against John's neck.
Now there's tears. A few of them.
"Why... you crying?"
He doesn't fully understand.

It just happened. It was bad and it hurt and he took time to recover and he still has nightmares. But why is John crying.
Don't cry, John.

"Did ... did I do it wrong?"

[captainwatson]

John's breath hitches, emotions spilling over.

"N-no, I...I just don't understand..." he admits, wiping his eyes, only for more tears to build; "...I don't know why anyone would l-love me that much..."

He's nothing. He's been abandoned by everyone he knew.

Johnny No Mates! Stop crying, you little pussy!

[desecrated]

Sherlock moves away, moving to comfort John, touch John's cheek. "how could anyone not... not love you? You're kind and loyal and ... quite full of love. Sympathetic. Brilliant. Fantastic."
Several things I lack in.

"You're a doctor, you - help people, and you're a soldier so ... you're capable."
He looks more at John's chest than his face.

"Why would anyone think John is not a man worthy of love?"
He doesn't understand that part.

I don't deserve for you to love me.

[captainwatson]

He sniffs and cringes, wishing he could believe the words. But after everything that's happened in his life, it's difficult to accept the opposite of what you've had to admit to yourself based on the evidence.

"But I...I couldn't save you...You should think I'm useless. An idiot." he scoffs, rubbing his nose.

[desecrated]

"Couldn't save me from myself? I have trouble doing that myself, John."
He looks away, slightly ashamed.
"You're not ... an idiot, John. You know I don't like idiots.
Sm-smarter than you look." He blushes.

[captainwatson]

John sighs and runs his hands through Sherlock's curls.

"Couldn't save you from...Moriarty. From Magnussen...From her." John can barely say her name anymore.

The Wife.

[desecrated]

Sherlock looks down, looking about ready to cry.
"It's not your fault I'm an idiot." He wets his lips. "Moriarty ... I didn't want you to die. Magnussen an-and her... I wanted you to be... your happiest."

It hurt, he didn't want John to know.
John mustn't know how much it hurt to ... let him go.
It still hurts, and it shouldn't and John's right here. He shifts, coughing, trying not to throw up again.

[captainwatson]

He grits his teeth and rubs Sherlock's back softly.

"My happiest...is with you."

[desecrated]

Sherlock shivers and blinks, several times.
John loves me. John loves me? John loves me. John loves me? John loves me?

How could anyone love you?
Tosser!
Fag!
Sissy!

You're not really gay, you're just playin' again.

[captainwatson]

"I'm just...I'm sorry I've been so crap at admitting it." he says, half-laughing and half-crying, realising his own stupidity.

Fucking queers! And now my own daughter is one of them! You better not be wrong as well, lad, or I'll skin you!

He winces, resisting the urge to hit his own head.

He should have stopped listening to that voice a long, long time ago.

[desecrated]

Sherlock gives a sad chuckle, hugging his arms to his own chest.
He wants to touch John, but he doesn't know how. How he communicates what he likes, if John likes the same things, if ... They're ok.

He looks at John. "You're... bisexual, I just - I didn't think... you loved me."
The last two words are very quiet.

[captainwatson]

John scoffs; "I didn't even know that was an option. Bisexual wasn't...a thing when I was growing up. You were 'normal' or you were 'queer'. And after college I thought, maybe, I could accept being 'queer', without giving a toss what those at home thought. But I still liked women. I wanted women...And then there was James. James...Sholto."

He blushes and looks away, not sure Sherlock wants to hear this. Did he suspect already?

I meant Ex.

"But he didn't feel the same...At least, not enough for us to be anything. I thought maybe he was just a blip. A fluke. But then...Mike found you for me..." He strokes his face. "And you...wanted me as much as I wanted you. That's never happened before. Not to me."

[desecrated]

Sherlock just nods, not sure how to respond.
At first I thought it was just... men you weren't certain of, even if you did find them attractive, or me, and the jealousy... And then - with Sholto, I thought it was just me you didn't want.

He doesn't know how to say that.

[captainwatson]

"But with you...You were honest from the start?" John says, "'Girlfriends aren't your area'. I believed you at first but then, with Irene Adler, I thought maybe you were just...pretending you didn't feel things. Like that."

Only you definitely didn't feel them about me.

I'm flattered by your interest but I'm not looking for any kind of...

[desecrated]

"I wasn't... looking for anything. I - I didn't. I didn't want to put you off or put a damper or change what we already had that was ... brand new. This was special we should t-take it slow..." Remember, John?

"And then you ... saved me." Lestrade. Sometimes. And Mycroft, but not - strangers. To save me from myself, or at least I'd try, but John was smart.

He takes a deep breath. "I am ... a man, I have feelings, a past... im-impulses..." John's said this to him, he wants John to know.

[captainwatson]

"I know, love." John smiles; "I've always known..you're not a machine. God. Please tell me you've forgiven me saying that?"

He hated himself every day after.

[desecrated]

Sherlock blinks and nods. He wasn't used to being... apologized too. Not like this. People didn't... apologize and he almost didn't want to acknowledge it hurt.

"I s-said that so you'd go, t-to give me time."

[captainwatson]

He sighs; "I should have realised that. I should have known how much you care...I do."

[desecrated]

"Caring is to a person's detriment, as you can see."
If I'm not physical evidence of that, what is? But you're here, in my arms... and I'm in yours and you ... make me feel... loved?