I Object - Johnlock

I object part 1

I suggest listening to sad love songs or something in that style to this fanfic if you like listening to music as you read :)

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It's been years since Sherlocks passing and everyone seemed to move on, except for John but he has tried. On the day of his wedding, John looks at his bride right in the eyes, crookedly smiling at her. She grabs his hands and tells him that wherever Sherlock is, he's happy for him. Right after the priest asks, ''If these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.'', everyone gets a text.

John had his phone in his pocket and he felt it pressing against his leg. He once knew a person that usually did that, texting many people at once. That person once was his best friend. Greg was the only one that had looked at his phone and he sat with his eyes tearing up. John could feel how the phone got heavier and pressed more against his leg. He couldn't resist and picked his phone up. Mary, the priest and all the guests was surprised over Johns action.

Johns face turned white and his vision got blurry because of his tears. Everyone in the room didn't exist it was just John, the two words and the initials in the text.

I object – SH

John didn't care about what everyone thought. He ran through the aisle even how much it hurt to leave Mary there, at her wedding, alone. He got a text again, Parker Lake – SH.

It was a lake only 200 meters from where John was and he started to walk. Fast. The thought of that it could be anyone but Sherlock didn't even appear in Johns head.

Tears rolled down Johns face, Sherlock. His best friend, maybe it could have been more if he didn't.... John whispered his name ''Sherlock'' . The name he had avoided saying out loud for years. The name he at first was crying out. The name he loved.

John could now see the light that the lake was reflecting. It was a beautiful lake. Flowers all around it, benches, barely no people and in the evening the sunset was enchanting. He could see a man sitting there, on a bench. He had curly hair. Beautiful, black, curly hair. John was now so close he could see his beautiful cheekbones. The man, Sherlock, was wearing a tuxedo. The beautiful face turned and looked John in his green and sometimes blue eyes that were filled with tears. Sherlock used to be fascinated by those eyes. Sherlock studied Johns tanned neck as he swallowed, then back into his eyes. Johns fists were clenched as he tried to hold the tears back.

''I just.'' John bit his lip looking down at the grass. ''John I.'' None of the men had any words. ''You? You object?'' Was the only thing John could say without bursting into tears. Sherlock stood up. Walking up to John, there were only one inch in between them. ''I do.'' Sherlock said. His otherwise steady voice was shaking. John looked up to find Sherlocks eyes full of sorrow. Sherlocks pale hand grabbed Johns face. His ring finger behind Johns ear and his index finger on Johns temple. Johns heart skipped a beat at the long mans touch. He felt Sherlocks breath on his face. He wanted this. He always wanted his. Sherlocks touch, his hair, his mouth, his pale body. He wanted Sherlocks love.

Sherlock looked down at the man. Why did he let it get that far? John could never be his now. He belonged to Mary. John made Sherlock experience the thing he never had before. The human error happens to the best. And worst.

John felt something in his heart. Aching. He remembered all those mornings he woke up. Sweaty and his body full of sorrow because that face in front of him now was gone. He remembered the nights he drank so much he didn't feel those feelings. The sorrow, the pain. The psychical pain. ''You, you hurt me, so bad. All these years you don't know. I have.'' Johns voice was unsteady as he turned his head down to look at the grass once again. —-DELETED bc no thanks. —- He continued.

Sherlock let his hand fall. ''John I.'' Sherlocks voice gave up. ''No Sherlock.'' He only needed to say that because he knew Sherlock would understand.

''How can I?'' Sherlock felt a tear leave his eye. Human error. John looked up at Sherlocks face again. His hand made its way to the long mans face and wiped away the tear that ran down Sherlocks cheek. ''I don't know. By standing, and staying close.'' John shrugged his shoulders. This was the only time the physical pain wasn't there. When that face was in front of him. When that body was close to him. Sherlocks breath against his face.

John put his both hands slowly on Sherlocks cheeks. Sherlock leaned down and their lips met. It was silent. Tears ran down both their faces. Sherlock grabbed Johns waist and pulled him closer. The sun had started to set and the two of them stood there. Doing the thing they both had longed for. ''I was never over you'' John whispered breaking the kiss looking down again and let his hands fall. Sherlock swallowed and started to talk. John looked up. ''Believe me John, I never ever stopped missing you. My heart never stopped aching my head never stopped thinking. I will never forgive myself. If I lost you I.'' Sherlock had to take a deep breath. ''I would. I don't even know. But you made me feel the thing I feared. And you made me not fear it. Sure thing it put me in such pain but it was worth it.''

John locked his arms around Sherlocks waist and hugged him, crying. Sherlock wrapped his arms around Johns head and neck and felt the shorter man's body shake. John cried into Sherlocks shoulder.

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The night was only young as John and Sherlock sat on a big flat stone by the water. Their shoes laid beside them. Sherlocks feet where in the water and Johns toes touched the surface. Johns head fitted perfectly between Sherlocks shoulder and head. They'd talked about everything they had went through. There had been many breakdowns.

''I wonder what Mary is doing right now.'' John tilted his head slightly and looked at Sherlock through his eyelashes. He felt pain in his chest. Mary, he still loved her but. Not in that way. ''John, she is probably somewhere cryi.' Sherlock stopped because he realized what he was saying. John tilted his head back to looking at the lake and closed his eyes. Sherlock put a hand around John and squeezed his shoulder.

About an hour later John started breathing more heavy. With some struggle Sherlock could lift him to the nearest bench. He took his jacket and used as a pillow for him. Sherlock laid down next to the bench in the grass just looking at Johns face. What was going to happen now? When they leave this lake tomorrow there will be so many problems. Mary, Sherlocks fake death, gay, Baker Street and who knows what else. Sherlock could feel his eyelids getting heavier and allowed himself to fall asleep.

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John kissed the sleeping Sherlocks pale forehead. He noticed Sherlocks jacket that he had as a pillow. John laid the jacket over the sleeping Sherlock and looked at his phone, the time was 9:30. He let out a sigh. What now? He thought the same as Sherlock did last night.

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I don't really know if I like it and should write a second part but I guess if people like it I will try!

I didn't have anyone to read through this so if you would like to do it for future fics then please send me a message.

Thanks to tumblr for the beginning of this story.