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Those Seven Confusing Weeks	By : IDontKnowWhatImDoing Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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After Sherlock's revelation John retired to his bedroom and tried to take his mind off of everything that had recently occurred. More specifically John paced the room while his mind shouted 'FUCK...what the FUCKING FUCK!'
Trying to think of ways to not think hadn't worked out too well.
John wasn't distressed by Sherlock's sexual preference, he really didn't have any issues with that.
But now knowing where Sherlock's interests lie and that he wasn't asexual, god he felt like such an ass for letting all the comments and innuendos from other people get to him, John now had to consider the possibility that Sherlock might have been hitting on him instead of just acting out of boredom.
'Fuck' that didn't make any sense at all.
If Sherlock had decided to pursue him it made more sense for Sherlock to bluntly let John know. Hell he wouldn't have been shocked if Sherlock had said "John I'm bored, let's shag" in front of all of Scotland Yard.
So why go all that trouble for four straight weeks. Was it a game, a distraction, had he meticulously planned it out? Or was John making all this a much bigger deal than it really was. 'Fucking Hell'.
He just wanted to stop thinking about this. It was wearing him out. Why did his flat mate have to make things so sodding difficult.
It had to stop, he couldn't deal with it anymore and the only solution was to make Sherlock tell him. No matter how much Sherlock hated talking about emotions and no matter how hard he tried to avoid it John had to get him to talk.
And bloody hell he needed to apologize for walking out of the room when Sherlock had basically 'come out' to him.
Focusing on how to get Sherlock to talk to him John entirely avoided the thing that was really troubling him. He stored his reaction to Sherlock's touch even further into denial.

The next morning Sherlock was sitting on the couch playing with his phone while John got ready for work.
Delaying as long as possible trying to gather his resolve, John eventually sat next to him.
"Sherlock, I...I'm sorry for rushing out of the room like that last night."
"Hmm."
"I don't have a problem with you...being into men."
Sherlock didn't reply.
"I was just surprise that you had...um..dated anyone."
Sherlock looked up and his eyes narrowed at the implication of that statement.
"I...I just mean that it doesn't matter to me. I'm glad you told me."
"Mmm" This wasn't working very well. His resolve was fading under Sherlock's stare. And he was getting flustered by not being able to get Sherlock talk.
"So..I'm sorry that it seemed like it bothered me."
A small smile finally broke the serious expression.
"And we need to talk about..."
Sherlock put a hand on John's knee and interrupted. "You're going to be late for work."
More than flustered now John stood up and muttered "Ok we can talk later." and headed out. This wasn't going to be easy.
.. ..
John received a text from Sherlock later that day.
Mrs Hudson made us cottage pie
That was nice of her
Come home for lunch
Any attempt at broaching the subject while they ate lunch resulted in Sherlock looking very uncomfortable and about to walk out of the room. He would try again tonight.
.. ..
And that night as they settled down for another movie John didn't feel like asking again. After a long day at surgery he just wanted to relax and it was somewhat hard to think clearly with Sherlock laying down on the couch with his feet pressed against John's leg.

Giving himself more time the next morning John joined Sherlock in the kitchen. He was taking apart their toaster oven while John ate breakfast.
"I need you to explain all this too me."
"Pass me the screwdriver." Not looking up Sherlock held out his hand.
"Don't pretend you didn't hear me."
"Explain all of what?" His hand was still out waiting for the tool.
"The way you've been acting with me these last few weeks. Is it because you're bored or something else?"
John passed over the screwdriver and Sherlock's fingers grazed over his.
Still not looking up Sherlock mumbled "Something else."
Trying to ignore his reaction to that touch John pressed the issue. "And the something else would be..?"
And without replying Sherlock got up and left the room.
At least he was making some progress, though he wasn't looking forward to spending the day finally knowing it wasn't boredom and attempting to figure out what 'something else' might mean. John's mind really wanted a holiday from this whole matter.
. ..
we need a new toaster oven
why?
exploded
are you ok?
cant make toast, meet me for lunch
Figuring Sherlock would avoid their lunches if he mentioned it again he just wanted to enjoy his flat mate's company and complain about the toaster oven.

.. ..
Returning home John sat on the couch and Sherlock must have guessed he was going to bring it up. When he glanced over Sherlock had a look that said 'Don't or I will leave the room'. So John just focused on relaxing and soon tried to not focus on both of Sherlock's feet that were now resting on his lap.

Sherlock wasn't in the flat the next morning while John got ready for work. The bastard must have figured out that was when John had the most courage in his attempts talk to him.
.. ..
He did send him a text later that day though.
I solved the toasted oven problem
I thought it blew up?
meet at Angelo's, I'll explain
Ok
As they were both too busy arguing over something else the subject never came up.
.. ..
There was no telly that night, instead they both just read. This was due to Sherlock explaining his plans of remodeling their kitchen after a cooking show he saw that morning and after that lengthy discussion during lunch John told him they needed to cut back on television shows. And it was distracting enough having to pretend Sherlock's legs were not now fully stretched across his lap.

Sherlock's bedroom door was closed while John got ready for work. This was getting too damn hard on his already addled brain. Either he would have to bring it up at lunch or in the evening if he was going to get anywhere.
.. ..
Lunch early today please
why
mycroft called he's coming to the flat
let me know when your here
Mycroft had caught Sherlock on his way out so he was in a foul mood when they met. There was no way John was going talk to him about it while Sherlock was in that state.
.. ..
While reading that night instead of feet resting on John's lap, Sherlock had turned to lay on the couch the other direction and his head was lightly resting against John's arm. That tossed out all notions of a discussion as John tried to center his thoughts on his book.

Maybe because John hadn't said anything for a few days Sherlock didn't avoid him. Instead he leaned on the bathroom door while John finished shaving.
He took the opportunity as he wasn't sure if another chance would come anytime soon. Without choosing his words carefully he just blurted out, "The something else, was that some plan to flirt with me?"
When he got no response John could only assumed it had been. A little thrown by this assumed confirmation he again spoke without thinking.
"Um...is it just...for something physical or...something more?"
"I don't understand."
Wiping his face off with a towel John noticed his hands were shaking a little.
"You said it had been awhile. Are you...just looking for..."
Sherlock reached over and rubbed his chin. "You missed a spot."
Then showed John a bit of shaving cream on his fingers that John had missed. While trying desperately to ignore the stir his body felt at that touch his mind nearly got whiplash when Sherlock answered him.
He had walked away and went into his room but just as the door closed Sherlock said, "Something more."
...
No text, no lunch that day, which was just as well since John was having trouble coming to terms with the fact that Sherlock had been playing some game to come on to him. No it wasn't just coming on to him...'something more'. Hell did Sherlock want a long term relationship with him, date him? To go from friends to what...lovers? And that notion brought John's confusion to levels he didn't know existed..
Paying no attention to everything he was feeling John decided that tonight he needed put an end to this whole thing. He didn't think he could deal with anymore of this. He had to tell Sherlock that he didn't feel the same way. But he wanted to ask one thing first, curiosity got the better of him.
.. ..
On the couch reading, with Sherlock's head resting against his shoulder John asked "Why me?"
There was a long pause and John figured he wouldn't reply but then Sherlock eventually said "You're intriguing."
That was not the answer he expected.
"How could I possibly be intriguing to you?"
Another pause that dragged out far too long.
"You really don't like talking about this do you?"
"No, not really."
He wasn't going to get anywhere on that point though he really, extremely, immensely wanted to know what Sherlock could possibly find intriguing about him.
Ok then, back to the important issue at hand "Sherlock. I...don't..."
He was interrupted by a cell phone ringing and Sherlock jumping up a little to eager to answer it.
"Yes?" A scowl formed on his face.
"No that's not..."
"I don't want your..."
"Fine!" Hanging up the phone Sherlock was angry. He grabbed his coat.
"Who was that? What's going on?"
"Mycroft. He's...being a prat. I need to go talk with him. I'll be back later." and Sherlock stormed out.
'What the hell was that about'. John went to bed and tried to sleep. He was sure he was going to have a mental collapse from all this speculation.

Sherlock wasn't in the flat that next the morning and John wondered if he had ever returned home from his meeting with Mycroft. And with no text that day John imagined whatever it had been about wasn't good.
But that night when John returned from surgery Sherlock was home and to John's dismay he looked perfectly fine considering he had spent a lengthy amount of time in his brother's company.
He was watching a science program on the telly so John settled down and worked on his nerve. After awhile he got the courage and being too occupied with how Sherlock would react, John didn't acknowledge how they were currently resting on the couch together.
"Sherlock?"
"Mmm"
"I..I'm not...into you that way. You know that right?"
Sodding silence again. "Sherlock?"
"Yes John. I understand."
It was probably a combination of the massive confusion and the legendary denial but John completely missed the irony of telling his flatmate that he was not into him that way while Sherlock was snuggled up against him and John's arm was now around his flat mate's back.
"Are you ok with that?"
"Of course."
Well that went better than expected. Completely clueless John felt at ease for the first time in the last few weeks.

With all that settled John relaxed on his day off and had a pleasant time while Sherlock alternated between an experiment and watching John.
And later when Sherlock put in one of John's favorite movies and they got comfortable John was still in happy denial land. They had a good time as Sherlock pointed out all the plot holes in the movie while John kept telling him to shut it and just enjoy the damn thing.
When the movie was over John saw that Sherlock had fallen on asleep still resting his head on John's shoulder. Trying to get up without waking him Sherlock stirred. He looked up at John still coming out of sleep.
"Hmm" He was smiling, gazing into John's eyes.
"Sorry...I didn't mean to wake you."
John found himself enthralled by what he saw. Sherlock's eyes were still half closed, long thick lashes covering dark pupils as they adjusted to the light, a sweet sleepy grin, the dim light of the room made his pale skin almost glow. John felt a tightness in his chest, his best mate looked, well amazing. He let out a ragged breath taking it all in.
"It's ok" Sherlock replied sounding all dreamy.
Then before John knew what was happening Sherlock placed a hand on his cheek, leaned up and kissed him. As John kissed him back his mind took that holiday and all he could think of was how incredibly wonderful it felt.
It was just a light kiss but when he heard Sherlock let out a small moan everything crashed back to reality. Jumping off the couch John completely freaked the fuck out.
Not stopping to realize where the confusion was coming from it all came out in a tirade of half sentences and epic cursing as he paced the room, glaring at Sherlock.
"What the serious fuck..."
"Five god damn weeks..."
"...the hell is wrong with you playing games with my emotions..."
"I was pretty fucking clear about how I felt..."
When John had first pulled away Sherlock had looked equally as shocked but as John ranted his face showed nothing. Flat, expressionless, empty. He just took it all in and never said a damn word which added to John's anger.
"...planning this out like some bloody case to solve..."
"...couldn't just tell me, no that would be too easy..."
"I'm not some fucking experiment you can toy with..."
Finally he yelled "This shit is going to stop right god damn now!" and then stormed out, slamming the door to the sitting room for added effect.
He only took a few steps down the hall then leaned against the railing of the stairs to catch his breath and calm down. After a minute he was about to head up his room when he heard something coming from the other room. It was so faint John wasn't sure what it was at first.
When he finally figured out what the sound was and realized it wasn't meant for John to hear, everything else came crashing down. He finally began to understand Sherlock and started to see his own feelings for his best friend.
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