Chapter 15
John didn't go down to the great hall. Instead he went to the room of requirements and his entire body relaxed when he was surrounded by the pictures.
Sherlock walked to his bed and laid down on it, not bothering to get dressed
John stayed in the room until he had calmed down. Something about Redbeard digging his claws into him then, adding insult to injury, taking Sherlock's attention had angered him. He hadn't wanted to end up yelling at Sherlock or the dog so he'd left
Sherlock sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
After nearly four hours of being away, John returned to his room, ready to apologize for his behavior and make it up to Sherlock however he wanted
Sherlock was asleep on the bed with Redbeard curled up close to him.
John pulled off his robe and set his wand on his bedside table. He smiled at the sleeping form curled around the little pup before carefully sliding in on the other side of Redbeard and giving Sherlock a soft kiss on the cheek
Sherlock woke up slowly, yawning a little
The second John saw that Sherlock was semi awake, he started apologizing. "Sherlock, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have stormed off like that. I'm so sorry"
Sherlock shuffled away a little. "Was dinner nice without me? I was actually a bit hungrt today but well, I will be fine without food, just like any other day."
John looked down "I didn't go to dinner. You should eat. Do you want me to get you food? I'm sorry about my behavior. I want to make it up to you"
"Dinner is already over."
"I can go down to the kitchens. My dad said when he was here, you could just go to the kitchen and get food at any time. Please let me at least start to make it up to you "
"No. I'm not hungry anymore."
"You should eat. It's not healthy not to"
"I said I'm not hungry."
John opened his mouth to argue, then thought better. "OK. Is there anything I can get you or do for you?"
"No." He answered shortly
John glanced up at Sherlock. "OK," he said in a small voice. "Um, I think I should sleep in my own bed tonight"
"Where were you?"
"The room of requirements." John said, sliding out of Sherlock's bed carefully so he wouldn't wake Redbeard up "the pictures calmed me down enough to think"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" John asked, pulling the covers back on his own bed and crawling in, facing Sherlock's bed
"That you were leaving."
"I said I was leaving for dinner" John said in a quiet voice. "I was going to go down there but I saw Moriarty in the halls headed down so I went to the room of requirements instead"
"Oh. Well. still. Why did you leave without me?"
John pulled his blanket around himself tighter "I was angry and didn't want to take it out on you"
"But why were you angry?" He frowned.
John edited his answer so that it didn't sound so petty "I was pissed at Redbeard for clawing me and I didn't want to yell at him because I knew it would start a fight between us"
"It was one scratch John! There must've been something else."
"His claws hurt like hell and my back is already scratched up from you!"
"Well you were the one ramming into me like some goddamn machine!" Sherlock growled, suddenly hurt. He turned his back towards John and pulled his blanket tighter around himself.
John sighed angrily "that's all I know. The only sex I had before you was. all the time. I don't know any other way!"
"I don't care what sex you had before! And you told me that you like it when I scratch your back!"
"I do! I don't like your dog digging his stupid claws into my shoulder trying to rip my skin off! And I don't know any other way of sex other than all the time; it's not my fault that I want to please you 24/7!"
"Redbeard didn't mean it!" Sherlock pulled the now shaking puppy a bit closer. And obviously you don't want to have sex since you're complaining on me and you just run away for four hours!"
John groaned loudly "I always want to have sex! I was trying to save us from a fight but it seems like you WANT to fight!! It doesn't matter that he didn't mean it! He tore my shoulder open and you coddled him!"
"JOHN IT'S A FUCKING BARELY NOTICEABLE SCRATCH!"
"IT FUCKING HURT!" John sat up and shook his head "If we aren't going to do anything more productive than fight, I'm going to go sleep in the common room"
"You were the one starting this because you are jealous of A DOG."
"I came back to apologize. It obviously didn't work so I am going to leave and sleep in the common room tonight. I'll see you tomorrow morning during breakfast or lessons". John stood up, grabbed his blanket and walked toward the door
"Fine. Sleep there. I don't care. I hope you find someone nice to fuck as well."
John rolled his eyes and left, slamming the door behind himself. In the common room, there was only one chair occupied
Sherlock pulled the blanket over his head and curled up to a ball
John walked as far away from the chair that Moriarty was sitting in before throwing his blanket down in a seat and curling up in it, trying not to shiver
Sherlock started sobbing quietly
John tried to ignore Jim when he turned around and smiled at him. He wanted to go back to Sherlock and beg for forgiveness but was also still pissed beyond words
Sherlock whimpered and buried his nose in Redbeard's fur.
John sunk further in his blanket when Moriarty got up and started walking towards him
Sherlock was crying and he missed John, but he didn't want to go to him because John had been angry because Sherlock took care of Redbeard
John made eye contact with Moriarty, who sat down at Johns feet and moved a lock of hair from Johns face. John didn't know what to do so he kept still
Sherlock sniffled softly and pulled the blanket tighter around himself
Moriarty held out a hand to John "you look cold. My room is warm". John was torn. He was freezing and angry as hell at Sherlock but didn't want to make the fight worse
Sherlock started wishing for John to come back
Making a decision based on anger and the thought 'it gets worse before it gets better' John took Moriarty's hand
Sherlock soon fell asleep, hugging Redbeard tightly