John had gone back to the apartment, after he gave up looking for Sherlock. He had searched around Scotland Yard for sometime trying to find him but instead bumped into Greg Lestrade.

"Oh hello John, wait where is Sherlock?" Lestrade asked suddenly seeming nervous about his surroundings. 

"Um actually I don't know, I was looking for him."

"As in you lost him in here or as in he is roaming the streets of London and you just happened to stop and look here?" 

John chuckled "Dont worry, he isn't out terrorizing civilians."

"Nope just my friends" Lestreade laughed. 

"Why are you guys here anyway, I would think Sherlock was still pretty hungover from last night?" 

"Actually he wanted to talk to Jake and-" 

Lestrade cut John off with disbelief stuck across his face "Dont tell me he is planning to apologize, I'm gonna have to film this". 

John laughed again "No, he wanted to know what Jake did to anger him." 

"He was smashed isn't that reason enough?" 

"Apparently not for Sherlock."

"Well come on I will help you find him". 

John and Lestrade looked for Sherlock until someone told them they had seen him leave rather angry. 

"Great so a pissed off, hungover Sherlock is walking around by himself." Lestrade sighed "I thought you said he wasn't terrorizing the civilians." 

"Oh come on Greg, Sherlock is an adult, well technically he is an adult. What's the worst that could happen? It's not like he is a giant golden dragon" John tried. 

"No" Lestrade said "He's worse".

Lestrade decided to send Jake and John out to look for Sherlock, that way if they found Sherlock and he found out why he was upset and get upset all over again, the detective inspector didn't have to fill out any paperwork, as he would if Sherlock decked Jake at the yard. 

It was rather awkward between John and Jake for the first few minutes, due to there last conversation. John was the first to brake the silence "I'm sorry I flipped out on you earlier, you have every right to hate Sherlock, most people do anyway." 

"Im sorry I said thatI hated him in front of his best friend, clearly not the better attack strategy." Jake said with a grin.

A little while later Jake said "Ya know I still have Sherlock's present you left with me" 

"Oh ya I forgot about the rubix cube we picked out for him" John smiled. 

"You can keep it, I actually have another present lined up for him". 

"Oh really what is it"

"I'm not telling, I'm not even sure if its the right kind, I still have to check with his brother". 

"Right kind of what?" Jake tried to guess "Right kind of candybar? Kind of toppings on pizza? Microwave brands?" 

"Wow Jake you are a terrible guesser!" 

"Sorry I'm just hungry." 

"For candybars and microwaves?" John joked "Come on, there is a great place a block or so away, we can keep searching for Sherlock after we eat."

---

Jake and John had a great time eating together, they were laughing practically the whole time. When Jake finished his food he got up and went to the bathroom. 

When he came back John held his mobile to him "Your phone rang, it said Richard was calling you."

"Oh thanks" said Jake "He is one of my university pals."

"Oh did we major in criminal justice too?" John asked and Jake stared bursting out laughing.

"No he was defenitly not a criminal justice major. No, he was an IT guy. I should probably call him back, hold on a second." 

Jake walked to the back of the restaurant and called back his friend. It was a. fairly brief conversation before he came back to the table. 

"Ready to go?"

"All set." 

They walked out of the restaurant and John sighed, looking at his watch.

"It's getting pretty late. We should call it quits on the search. Sherlock is probably back at the flat by now."

"Ok," Jake smiled. "We should do this again sometime, I had a lot of fun with you."

"So did I! I'd love to hang out agai-"

John was cut off and cut off guard as Jake's mouth hit his, in a smooth kiss. After a few seconds John recovered from the shock and pushed Jake back.

"You have the wrong idea here Jake. I'm... I'm just interested in being friends." the good doctor said, his eyes wide.

"Bullocks, John. I am so sorry, I completely misread the situation."

"I'll say." John muttered. "I'll see you later." 

"Ya bye." 

---

John sat in his flat on his laptop, waiting for Sherlock who still wasnt back, even though it was approaching midnight. 'If he was going to be gone this long he could have at least told me where he was going and asked me if I wanted to come as well.' John picked up his phone and sent Sherlock a text he had already sent twice.

Where are you?

John waited another ten minutes with out a reply before sending his next text.

Sherlock where are you? Why arn't you answering?

Another ten minutes past and still no reply, John was having trouble not thinking about Sherlock, his where-abouts and his inability to answer his phone.

Sherlock Holmes! Answer you phone I'm getting worried!

Every 5 minutes, John sent another text.

SHERLOCK!

This is not amusing.

Well your not home so I'm bored. I think I will clean the kitchen.

Get rid of all those pesky body parts.

And experiments.

In the kitchen. That im going to clean, because you won't answer me.

Sherlock just answer your phone and I will leave you and your experiments alone.

Just let me know your ok.

I'm worried please answer.

Sherlock please answer me.

SHERLOCK BLOODY HOLMES! ANSWER YOU DAMN PHONE!

John sat there staring at his phone, by now it was 12:50 am. No reply from Sherlock, not a single letter. John was angry and afraid and worried. Sure it was like Sherlock to run off and not tell anyone where he was going, but at least he usually answered his phone, with a simple "Im fine do not wait up -SH". John decided to try a diffrent tatic.

Sherlock come at once I think we are being robbed.

No reply

Sherlock, there are two men in here, please come back.

Help! Come at once!

Mrs.Hudson just screamed I'm going to help.

This may be goodbye.

Still no reply.

ARE YOU SERIOUS? I COULD HAVE BEEN TELLING THE TRUTH! I COULD HAVE BEEN DYING AND YOU WOULD NOT CARE! YOU STILL WOULD NOT HAVE RESPONDED!

Fine Sherlock. Come home whenever. I don't care, I'm going to bed.

Of course John didn't go to bed, he just sat there trying to entertain himself with crap telly. Around 2:40 in the morning his phone buzzed with a message. 

John, my apoloigizes for not answering you. I am fine. I am on my way home right now. Please be waiting with the first aid kit.

-SH

Also I would care very much if you were dying.

-SH

But if you messed with any of my experiments you will be dying at my hand.

-SH

John jolted out of his tired daze. Finally a response, Sherlock was gonna get a peice of his mind for ignoring him, but then he read the first text and his heart dropped. The second text made his heart swell, even though he wasn't sure why. The last text reminded his heart exactly who it was he cared so much about, even if it was only his heart that currently knew.

~Hours Before~

POV of Sherlock

"Sherrr-loock." 

That voice was un-mistakable, I almost missed it because my head was spinning with John .

"Did you miss me?" I spun around, no one. I checked every roof top, every ally, everything I could see, no one. I kept walking cautiously observing everything I walked by. A few minutes passed and then, 

"I missed you Sherlock". 

The same voice, the horrible voice, the voice that almost took everything I had. 

"Sher-lock you lied to me, you lied to everyone". 

"Where are you!" I shouted. 

"Sherrr-lock you should not have made me mad, you should of jumped!". 

"Where are you?" I screamed again. 

"Cause they are alllll gonna die anyway" said the voice that I watched kill itself, the voice that's blood had splattered on me.

"Sherlock I'm SO disappointed in you". 

"Disappointed in me" I yelled "I won!". 

Then suddenly it was in my ear "You didn't win, were still playing." 

I turned and as hard as I could (in my hungover state) I punched Jim Moriarty in the nose. His mouth gaped open as he stumbled back. 

"Not really the warm welcome back I was expecting" he laughed quietly. 

"How are you alive?" My blood was pumping rapidly, eyes budging, adrenaline secreting, lungs breathless, my body was betraying me. 

He answered my question with a question of his own "Why are you alive?". 

He started to walk towards me the last thing I heard before everything went black was Moriarty saying "I'll get you back for that punch Sherlock."

When I woke up I was in a dark room and my head was bleeding, the only other thing in the room was a tv with static coming across. How the hell did he drug me? He must of had other people with him, somewhere. 

Suddenly the TV blinked on to show John and I on New Years's Eve, I was dragging him down an alley by his wrist. I jacked him up against the wall the only audible words was myself yelling at John,

"Your dating Jake?!" 

"Don't as Jake! There was no one else there, just Jake and I."

The TV went static again. Over a speaker came Moriarty's voice,

"Guess it wasn't a girlfriend he was hiding from you". 

The next image on the screen was me punching Jake. The TV flipped to a video of our flat I was perched in my chair and John had just walked in it seemed to be the same night as the previous clips. 

"Did you need to stay so that you could kiss Jake at the stroke of midnight?"

"Is that why you punched him?

"He's not good enough for you". 

The audio cut out I saw myself walk over to John and then say something before,

"John, he stole you, your my doctor! Your my blogger". 

It looked like the rant went on but once more the audio cut out. The next thing I heard was,

"I mean am I really that repulsive to you? When people ask if we are a couple, are you really so repulsed you lie and say your straight? And I mean seriously Jake! If you should be dating anyone it should be me! If you are going to love someone, it should be me!" 

My heart stopped I had said that to John. I had said that  to John!  Then I watched on the screen as John just stood there gaping. No wonder we thought I was so terrible. But why hadn't he said anything. He probably just didn't want to reject me again, he wanted to be nice. 

The next image on the screen was John and Jake sitting at a restaurant eating and laughing. The TV cut to them outside of the same restaurant...kissing. 

So they really were dating. I could feel my heart slowly and painfully breaking into tiny pieces. Sentiment is such a waste, so pathetic. The tv clicked off, and over the loud speaker, 

"Aw Sherlock looves John, but John doesn't love Sherlock. If I heard today's conversation between John and his boyfriend Jake, John actually hates you!" 

The last part of that sentence stung unbearably. "Sherlock as much as I love watching your heart break, I have something much bigger in mind." Morartiy's voice clicked out. A light came on behind me, a women came in with a syringe.

"What is that?" 

"Don't worry Mr.Holmes, its top line." 

She injected me with whatever was in the syringe. As I felt it enter my blood and felt the high rush over me, I knew all to well what it was. After about 20 minutes of a bliss I had tried so hard to forget two giants of men walked into the room. Before I could say anything they started beating the living daylight out of me, I blacked out. 

I woke up exactly where I had seen Moriarty, bloodied, battered, and no longer high. I looked down at my phone, he had had me for hours. 

I had several messages from John. Maybe he didn't hate me, but he did have a boyfriend and he did know my feelings for him.

End Of Sherlock POV