The taxi ride back to the apartment was silent, but Sherlock couldn’t help feeling a bit relieved. It had been annoying not talking to John. Especially since Mrs Hudson had taken his skull.
Truth be told, Sherlock had grown fond of John and his ever present humanity (putting it kindly). They had, somehow, become something akin to what people call friends. He frowned to himself. And how exactly had that happened? It hadn’t been planned. Was this how people normally befriended people? By accident? Or was he a special case? If so, did that mean John wanted to be his friend?
How confusing. It was so much simpler without John. But, as the past few days have proven, it seemed that they were stuck together. It was a very annoying situation.
Sherlock let his fingers run over his coat as his mind tried to find the exact point where they became friends.
And then Avery’s words came back.
Were they friends? Or were Sherlock’s feelings more? Since he had never had a friend before, he couldn’t compare feelings.
He tutted to himself. Avery was making him doubt himself.
Sherlock never doubted himself.
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The Third Holmes - A Sherlock Fanfic
Fanfiction[Contains JohnLock] Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes. The two brilliant, emotionless, sociopathic brothers. But there's another Holmes. A female Holmes. Enter Avery Holmes - the brilliant, crazy sister - the Third Holmes.
