You are so in love with him you think you are going to die.
Here's the first rule everyone tells you: don't fall in love with your best friend.
John is a young intern training to be a doctor at the Royal London Hospital. Sherlock is a seventeen year old drug addict. They meet, and everything changes. Teenlock.
They're friends. In a determined, tight-jawed way that suggests it would be all too easy for them to fall into something More.
There's nothing in the world Sherlock hates more than hippies, and the goddamn zaniest looking one he's ever seen is apparently moving in exactly 98 feet away.
According to most calculations, humanity has another six billion years to live. This statistic, as it turns out, is devastatingly incorrect.
There were certain things John would not tell his therapist. For example: I am in love with a merman.
The question, here, is why they are going to kiss.
Love and bombs aren't all that different, John. In the end, they're almost indistinguishable.
It isn't good, the excitement he feels at the thought of teaching his ex-flatmate how to waltz, the songs that come to mind: Bach, Vivaldi, Paganini; the sudden vision of John swaying within the encirclement of his arms...
This is the story of Skye Penderwick's lifetime, told in moments.
Epiphanies can happen at the most inopportune times. With one day to live, for example.
It doesn't make sense, so John googles it. "An infatuation lasts an average of 4 months. Once it's exceeded that, you're already in love." A curse—soft, albeit heartfelt—escapes him. He puts his head in his palms; exhales.
Oh Sherlock, John thinks, you've no idea have you? Even if you did, you 'd want nothing to do with it. Nothing to do with [my] human error.
They find each other in every world, in every universe, in every plane, in every time. Sherlock/John.
You discover early on that you want him. Maybe even the very day you meet.
In the angelic realm, when an angel comes of age, they are assigned one human to protect all their lives. Skye's human is a boy named Jeffrey Tifton.
Of course, it takes Sherlock three decades to get around to falling in love.
She is born many times, from many different wombs, in many different shapes.
Sherlock insults John. This is an understatement.