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I never understood why people lied, it always seemed like a waste of time to me. Why take the energy to maintain a facade when you could just tell the truth. I always took the lying seriously, I would always try to tell people the truth, despite the possible consequences. Lying was never a part of me, I tried to keep it on the borders, never dictating my life, until I met Sherlock Holmes.
I walked into St. Barts lab one fateful afternoon with Mike Stamford, with low expectations for a possible flatmate. I should have set my expectations higher because I was blown away. Sherlock was an enigma, he was both mechanical and fluid, he was emotionless and so full of feeling. I saw worlds of possibility after only being in his orbit for a few minutes. He was more than I ever expected, that's when I started lying.
"Well, what do think of Sherlock?" Mike asked shortly after Sherlock left the lab.
"Hmm? Oh, he's a bit strange isn't he?" I didn't think he was strange at all, I thought he was brilliant.
"Yeah, he's always like that. Do you think you'll take him up on the offer?" Mike smiled while opening the door for me while we exited.
"I'm not sure, I have to sleep on it." I was sure though, I was going to Baker Street regardless of how the flat looked. Sherlock could have picked a hole in the wall for us to live and I would still live there, as long as he would allow me to be there with him.
"Ah, well I must be back to work, it was good to see you John." Mike patted my back and began walking down the hall to his office.
"Right, good to see you too Mike." I said before making my way back to my miserable excuse for a flat.
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I thought that maybe after getting to know Sherlock, whatever I had felt that first day would surely go away. I was, of course, entirely wrong. The more time I spent with the man, the more I wanted to touch his hair, smell his clothes, taste his skin; it became an unhealthy thought pattern. I found myself lying more and more.
"John, does this say 'I'm friendly and you can trust me to tell me that you cheat on your husband?'" Sherlock walked out of his bedroom wearing denim pants that hugged his arse so very perfectly and a polo shirt in a shade of blue that made his eyes look like pools of ocean water.
"I'm assuming this is for a case? It just makes you look like a normal, less intimidating bloke. I suppose it works if that's what you're going for." That's not what I was thinking, I was thinking that he looked absolutely gorgeous and I wanted to bend him over the table and take him right there. I coughed lightly and looked away.
"Right, well that should do then." Sherlock grabbed a coat that was definitely not his long whoosh of a jacket that he usually wore, it was shorter and a medium chestnut colour. He grabbed his phone and was gone.
I exhaled deeply and shook my head. I was in deeper than I had originally thought.