Yo my bros! I know, I know, I said I was finished. Surprise! I felt kinda bad as I know these are helpful to some people and make yous smile so I thought I would write a few more for your enjoyment. I felt like writing and Johnlock is as good a thing as any so yay, your welcome:) I will write a bigger an at the end I thinks🤔😋

Trigger warning: Sherlock sadness I guess, not angst though I don't think. As always, let me know if there are any others I need to add, enjoy<3

Word count: 1475

"For the last time, I'm not a psychopath, I'm a high functioning sociopath! Do your research!" He practically screamed at Anderson before swishing his coat around him and practically running away from the crime scene. I shot one last glare at the inept police officer before chasing after him. I rounded the corner, expecting to see his black figure far away already as he strode to get a taxi. I didnt see that. Instead, I nearly landed face first on the wet concrete of the alleyway as I tripped over a huddled mass on the floor.
"Sherlock?" I asked as I steadied myself against the wall beside him to avoid the painful fate I just described.
"Go away!" The shuddering lump sniffed.

I bent down and placed my hand gently on the pointiest part that I took to be a knee (it was hard to tell as he had wrapped his overcoat almost entirely around him so he resembled more of an egg than a fully, possibly even overgrown, human).
"Are you... ok?" The words felt clunky in my mouth but this wasn't a situation I was prepared for.
"Does it look like I'm bloody ok John? No, I'm actually perfectly fine. That's why I'm crying in a ball on the wet floor in a London alleyway. Of course I'm not ok!" A curly mop of hair emerged followed by red rimmed eyes that looked at me accusingly.
"Yes, ok, not ok. Got it." I stuttered and tried to collect enough words from my malfunctioning mind to form a proper sentence. I'd never seen Sherlock cry. Not like this anyway and I must admit that I was rather at a loss as to what to do.

Just then the world decided for me as there was a sudden crack and the dark grey clouds that had been threatening the sky all day, burst open and heavy, cold droplets of rain began to fall. I had a short internal conflict on what was best to do then decided that a sick and upset Sherlock was more than I could manage so it would be good if I could get him home.
"Right, give me your hand." He looked at me in confusion then complied silently. I thought I saw a light blush creep across his cheeks although that may have been from the crying, I couldn't be sure. I pulled him to his feet then put my arm around his waist to reassure him and provide support.
"Come on. We're going home so that I can get you a cup of hot tea and a blanket so you can tell me all about it."
He nodded and leaned his head in my shoulder. He sniffed again then murmured, "Yes doctor."

Back at the flat I pulled off Sherlock's soaking coat and hung it up carefully before settling him on the sofa and going to fetch a warm blanket, pausing to remove my own wet clothing on the way. He had been silent on the journey home. His head had remained on my shoulder. He was still apart from the tapping of his long fingers on his leg. The same sequence over and over. I had been in the army long enough to recognise Morse code when I saw it: 3 taps ... a pause followed by 3 slower taps --- a pause, line dot line dot-.-. Pause .. pause --- pause .--. Pause .- pause - pause ....

I re-entered the sitting room carrying 2 blankets and 2 cups of tea. I wrapped him in the blanket and handed him the tea. I hovered for a second before going to sit in my own chair opposite him. We sat in silence for a while, each of us sipping tea, unsure of what to say to the other. After about 3 minutes of uncertain silence (I just spent several minutes looking up whether Holmes counts the passage of time precisely or whether that is another fictional character. I have a very clear recollection of someone announcing how many seconds have passed precisely but I cant remember who it is. If anyone recognizes this habit and could let me know who it is that does it, I would be much obliged) I suddenly blurted out, "I dont think you are you know." And then winced at the harsh sound and stupidity of my words.
"Hmm?" He looked up from tracing the pattern of the blanket with his willowy index finger to stare at me. His eyes were a startling blue but there was still a red look about them.

"I said I don't think you are you know."
"Yes, I heard that part. What I didn't hear was the beginning of that conversation which I presume was in your head and, as I was not concentrating solely on you and your movements, I was unable to read your thoughts as I so often can. Therefore, the hmm was not to indicate that I hadn't heard but to indicate that I hadn't fully understood your statement and required context to respond further." His tone was even more formal than usual and I briefly wondered if that was a result of him being upset. That wasn't my main thought though. Those came pouring out of my mouth before I had time to catch up with them.

"Oh yes, sorry. I... wait, you can often read my thoughts?" This was concerning news indeed and I wasn't entirely sure that I could believe him.
"But of course, the human mind is a simple study and through following a person's facial expressions and eye movement, one that can be easily read. But that is of no matter, I shall demonstrate later. You don't think I am what?"

I bit my lip slightly and tried not to worry too much about the thoughts my flatmate had been reading so that I could focus in the topic at hand. Which might not be any easier actually, now that I came to think about it. I rubbed my hand across my eyes nervously and began to say an assortment of words that had a vague meaning.
"What you always say. And what you were saying, well not saying but communicating, not communicating to me but to the world in general for yourself or. I'm going to stop saying random words now and try to return to the point. You were tapping out a word in Morse code in the taxi." I tapped it out on my own knee. "Sociopath. And what I'm trying to say is that I don't think you are. A sociopath I mean." He placed his empty mug down on the floor in front if him and steepled his hands under his chin.

"I am though." He sounded confused at my statement but certain in his own.
"You arent though. Well not really, your only self diagnosed and I think.. well I think you got it wrong."
"I don't get things wrong John." His voice was blunt and matter of fact but his face showed a small amount of doubt.
"Yes you do. We all do. You can't be human and not make mistakes."
"What if I'm not human?" He was leaning towards me now.
"What, you think your time lord or something? I've checked, only one heart, definitely human." I laughed slightly but Sherlock remained stoney.
"Not like that. I know I'm definitely human. I mean that I'm not the same sort of human as everyone else."

He was stood up now, and paced to the window to look out at the cold London evening. It was still raining and the sun had set a short while ago, leaving the grey heaviness that accompanies autumn dusk. It would be dark shortly but for now the hazy light lingered, creating dark shadows in the drizzling mist that formed themselves into cars as they drew closer. As he looked out, the electric lamp flickered the life and illuminated a small patch of wet pavement below our window.

"Well that's what I'm saying Sherlock. In a round about sort of way."
"That I'm a different sort of human?" He turned to look at me again, his dark silhouette of curls standing out strangely against the murky light outside.
"Well no but also yes. I mean that you are perfectly human just your brain may be wired slightly differently to most of us." I stopped again, aware that I didn't seem to be saying what I wanted to.
"Sociopath fits that criteria." He cast another glance at the gloom outside before going to sit in his own chair.
"Well yes, I suppose it does. Its just that im not sure it fits you."
He looked at me quizzically.
"Well then Doctor Watson, enlighten me. What does fit?"
"Well," I began, "have you ever considered that you may be autistic?"

To be continued

Yes, I did combine my current special interest with my previous one so that I would be more interested in writing this:). Don't get mad if you don't think Sherlock is autistic and like him being a high functioning sociopath but he does have emotions still, I just think he doesn't process them very well, has difficulty identifying them and likes to hide them... sound familiar? Not me calling myself out or anything but... yeah, ok I may struggle with that and ok, maybe they are very common autism traits, just saying🙃. Anyway, this is just part one as it is now 1am and I should probs go to sleep (will I be watching YouTube videos once I finish this till 2 or 3 am anyway? That may be a possibility) so there will be a part 2 hopefully soonish that will involve a detailed analysis of why Sherlock is very likely autistic as presented by John.

Anywho, for anyone who skipped over the last chapter (which is totally ok by the way, you do you my dude) I recently found out I am almost certainly autistic and autism has now become my special interest so I have watched a LOT of videos about it but mostly about autism in women not men but hopefully I can make this decently accurate. If I make a mistake, please just let me know as I am still quite new to this autism business and I am always happy to learn.

For anyone wondering, yes I am currently self diagnosed as I only found out I am probably autistic about 2 weeks ago and the diagnosis process can take several years (hopefully not) plus I'm a (biological) female there is not much research into women with autism (or at least typically female presenting autism, male and trans individuals may experience similar symptoms too but autism typically presents quite differently in girls than boys. Im going to stop noeww as I'm aware I'm rambling (Ima blane that il n the autism🤣🤣) you know what I mean I hope) which rather complicates matters plus I'm 16 which I'd apparently half way between child and adult which is even more difficult but I'll hopefully get there🤣

If you have actually read this then thankyou, I'm sure impressed as I have an inability to simplify things so this is long and probably very confusing so ima go now. Goodnight my lovely potatoes, be happy, be healthy (and get well soon.... no? Anybody watch that show eww hen they were younger or just me?... I really have to stop)
Love yous
Isabella

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