|dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats,|
@ 2011-12-06 21:04:00
Deck The Skull With Boughs Of Holly 7
Title:Deck The Skull With Boughs Of Holly 7
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Prompt:Kissing in the Snow
Word Count:221 B
Notes: Apparently I ate angst waffles with emo syrup for dinner... Happier drabbles soon I swear... the angst is necessary... there will be fluff... as soon as the boys cooperate. And they will cooperate, even if I have to send someone in there with a he loves you idiot, clue by four...
Before John had to deal with the awkwardness that was pervading the room, his phone rang. There was an emergency at the clinic, his coworker, Amelia, had to go home and they were terribly short handed. John jumped at the chance to absorb himself into his work for a few hours.
He quickly changed into his work clothes and headed into work. He hoped by the time he arrived home, hours later, his mind would have forgotten the kiss, even though his heart never will.
The rest of the day dragged by. There were a lot of patients but the day just dragged on and on. He wanted to reset the day and remove that damned kissing ball, so that Sherlock wouldn't have kissed him like that without it meaning something.
The pain in his heart intensified during his walk home. There were two men, very much in love, sharing a romantic kiss in the snow.
John longed for that. He longed for someone to love him. Someone to kiss him in the snow, in the rain, or in the rare sunny days. He felt so alone. He hadn't felt so alone since Mike Stamford had introduced him to an eccentric genius who'd taken over both his heart and his mind.
He wished there was a cure for being heart broken.