Chapter 16
John joined Moriarty in his room and angrily told Jim what had happened. Jim was quick to reassure that John was right and Sherlock was in the wrong.
Sherlock whimpered and squirmed in his sleep.
John fell asleep crying in Moriarty's arms, confused, angry, and regretting his choice to follow Moriarty into his room
Sherlock woke up late the next morning, his throat dry and eyes swollen of all the sobbing.
John woke up early and took off, leaving Moriarty's warm, familiar arms and running full sprint to the room of requirements. The room was different this time
Sherlock slowly stood up and got into the bathroom.
John sat in the corner of the secret room now full of posters of himself and Sherlock and a few pictures of him and Moriarty. He couldn't stop the tears that started falling down his face
Sherlock looked at his red face in the mirror, before grabbing the scissor he usually used to trim Redbeard's fur with.
John sobbed into his knees, wishing Sherlock were next to him. He didn't see the few pictures of him and Moriarty fade into nothingness
Sherlock took a deep breath before putting the scissor to his arm, making a wound. He bit his lip and whimpered a little
John suddenly couldn't stand another second away from Sherlock. He was about to start running when a second door appeared next to the first. John took that door and opened it just in time to see Sherlock cut himself
Sherlock winced and looked up, right at John.
Johns jaw dropped and he watched blood start to seep from the cut
The scissor fell out of Sherlock's hand, down on the floor.
The sudden noise brought John into action. He ripped off his shirt and wrapped it tightly around Sherlock's wrist while screaming "WHAT THE HELL, SHERLOCK?!?!?"
Sherlock whimpered and tried to move away from John. "D-don't hurt me."
"IM NOT THE ONE HURTING YOU!!!" John screamed, tightening his shirt around Sherlock's wrist and yanking him closer, trying to properly tie the shirt tight enough for it to stop the bleeding
Sherlock whimpered again and just sank down to the floor. "stop. y-yelling."
John ignored his request "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!?" John ripped Sherlock to his feet and started pulling him roughly, trying to remember the way to the infirmary wing
"John stop it!" Sherlock whimpered loudly
John only pulled him faster through the halls "what the hell were you trying to do?" He hissed through his teeth
"Nothing! Let me go!"
"NO!" John finally got them to the infirmary. "Madame Pomfrey!"
"John I am fine! It's. just a scratch!"
Madame Pomfrey came over and forced Sherlock to sit down on a cot. "He cut his wrist!" John said angrily, standing to the side of Sherlock
Sherlock looked down, not saying a word
Madame Pomfrey carefully unwrapped Johns shirt from Sherlock's wrist and looked at the cut "what did you use?" She asked in a half urgent, half understanding tone
Sherlock still kept quiet
"A pair of dirty scissors" John told her, staring at the still bleeding cut that, to him, looked deep
"I am fine." He mumbled.
Madame Pomfrey pulled out her wand and muttered a spell that closed the cut with a painful burning sensation
Sherlock whimpered and bit his lip
John watched Sherlock with a mixture of concern, anger, and fear. "Stay there," Madame Pomfrey said, walking towards her small office
Sherlock looked up at John
"Why did you do this?" John whispered, staring at the raw skin that now covered the cut
"Was it fun fucking Moriarty?" He asked instead, avoiding John's question.
John stepped back, shocked "I didn't have sex with him!"
"You smell like him." Sherlock said coldly. "And right before leaving you were yelling about how much you love sex."
"I didn't have sex with him!" John insisted before lowering his eyes "but I did sleep in his arms and…we may have…"John mumbled the last word but it was obvious that he said 'kissed'
Sherlock froze. "You… cheated on me."
John hung his head "I was angry and confused and crying and he kissed me. I just... didn't stop him"
Sherlock was about to say something but he closed his mouth again, looking back down.
"It didn't mean anything to me."
"You still did it." He said quietly.
"If I could go back and stop myself, I would."
"You can't."
"I know." Madame Pomfrey came back just then, looking at Sherlock "you will be staying here for the day so I can monitor you and the headmaster will be coming down later to talk to you"
"No. I want to be in my room."
"You will be staying here." Madame Pomfrey said. "No arguing". John stepped back and thought about leaving but couldn't handle leaving Sherlock again
"I don't want to be here." Sherlock crossed his arms. "It was just a scratch!"
"It was deeper than a scratch. You will be staying here. Don't make me magic you to a bed" madame Pomfrey threatened. John watched Sherlock closely
"I want to be in my own room!"
"You're staying here!" Madame Pomfrey shouted
"No!" Sherlock got up.
Madame Pomfrey pulled out her wand and cast a spell on Sherlock that pinned him flat to the mattress
Sherlock growled and tried to move away
John sat on the floor and set a hand on Sherlock's shoulder "it'll be OK"
Sherlock turned his head to John, looking straight into his eyes. "Fuck off."
John winced and slowly removed his hand "Sherlock, please"
"No. You cheated on me and now you also got me to lay here for a whole day. All because of that you were jealous when I dried my soaking wet puppy!"
John didn't have a reply "I love you."
"Too bad."
"So, what, are you breaking up with me?" Tears filled Johns eyes
"I don't know." Sherlock shook his head
"You just told me to fuck off and it's too bad that I love you and you're saying 'i don't know'?" John stepped away, angry, hurt and crying
"I love you. But I am really fucking disappointed with you."
"It's not my fault that he kissed me!"
"It's not just because of that. And you could've pulled away."
John bit back words about the kiss that would only make it worse "what else is it because of?"
"You just left me, without saying anything. And you're jealous of a dog."
"I did say something."
"You didn't."
"I said I was going to dinner."
"You didn't." Sherlock kept looking at John for a while. "get your ass over here, idiot." He pulled up his blanket a little.
John slid in happily, wrapping his arms tightly around Sherlock and burying his face into Sherlock's neck
"I am still pissed at you." Sherlock said and wrapped the blanket tightly around them.
"I know" came Johns muffled reply
Sherlock grabbed John's hand gently and kissed his cheek
John grinned against Sherlock's neck
"Even though you're an idiot sometimes, you're still my idiot." Sherlock smiled a little
"Always." John promised
Sherlock kept smiling and pressed a gentle kiss on John's lips
John sighed against Sherlock's lips and held himself back from deepening the kiss
Sherlock pulled away after a while and brushed his fingers along John's jaw
John leaned into his touch, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of Sherlock's hand
Sherlock turned around and shuffled back towards John, gently cuddling into him.
John stopped his arms securely around Sherlock and kissed his neck softly
Sherlock tilted his head slightly and hummed softly
John placed another kiss on Sherlock's exposed neck gently
Sherlock let out a quiet moan
John began trialing feather-light kisses up and down Sherlock's neck, please that he could make Sherlock happy
"I love you so much." Sherlock smiled and enjoyed the feeling of John's kisses on his neck
"I love you too" John said, increasing the pressure of his kisses a little at a time
"If we ever start fighting again. please stay. instead of running away."
"I will."
"Thank you." Sherlock smiled and shuffled even closer to John
John nipped at Sherlock's neck with a smile "anything for you."