Collide

By: Texmex007

A.N: I decided to do another Johnlock songfic-this will be my second one(my first was 'Enchanted') so just to make sure everything is clear, I do not own Sherlock, nor do I own the song "Collide"-Howie Day owns that song. Well, without further ado, here is Collide

Morning.

John opened his eyes slowly to a light shining through the windowpane of their bedroom window.

Their.

He looked down the golden band twinkling up at him from his left ring finger, and at the tangled mess of raven hair that nestled itself on his chest, along with his hand, which sported John's matching ring, and felt his love for his partner wash over him like a massive wave on the coastline as he watched Sherlock's chest rise and fall in deep, drawn-out strides. At that moment, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

It wasn't always this way.

John thought about this as he continued to watch Sherlock sleep. He smiled, and whispered to himself,

"I'm open about talking about problems, and feelings. but your so closed off. It used to be so hard to know what you were thinking… Used to be. I remember when we first started living together-sometimes I thought you were inhuman because you were so adamant on not showing anything," John tried not to chuckle, "I always loved following you, watching you lead with that insanely radiant smile, helping you when I can…"

I don't want you to stop smiling, Sherlock. Thought John as he gently stroked Sherlock's cheek with his finger, remembering the time Moriarty had planted bombs on all those poor, innocent souls. He couldn't help but shudder inwardly as he thought about how fallen Sherlock had felt.

"Your such an extraordinary detective Sherlock, you really are. I've never doubted you once. You did all you could-it was never your fault. Even when you… when…"

When you jumped.

John's hold on Sherlock tightened slightly as if he were trying to make sure he was still there.

Still alive.

"I never doubted your abilities as a detective-but I couldn't help but think that you were gone forever. When I lost you, I lost myself."

In Sherlock's head, thoughts were swimming around in his conscience, nearly flooding his Mind Palace. It's true I'm introverted. But your right-I've been trying to deviate from keeping everything from you, my dear. I'm quiet, you know. You…You've changed me, you've surprised me John Watson. Ever since we first met-when you called my deductions "absolutely brilliant." It scares me to know that you are always thinking of me-I'm not worthy of occupying your thoughts. But yet, you believe I am. You never lost me.

You believed in me when everyone else wouldn't.

Sherlock's frame pressed closer into John's.

My John.

My precious John. I've nearly lost you countless of times-I was stupid for having to wait for so long to see how important you are to me. You're my everything.

"What happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force?" asked Sherlock, opening his eyes and looking up at John. John smiled for a moment.

"I'm going to assume that I'm the immovable object," said John, to which Sherlock nodded in a agreement, "I do not know. I suppose they crash into each other."

"I prefer the term 'collide'," said Sherlock as he got up and took John's hand, placing a gentle kiss on his wedding band, smiling as he watched John blush, "remember what happened when something collided into the Earth?"

"The Moon was made into existence?" answered John, returning the gesture.

"Something beautiful was created" smiled Sherlock.

There it is. That grand, blessed smile, thought John gratefully as he pulled it in for a 'good morning' kiss.

What happens when an army doctor and a consulting detective collide?

Something beautiful happens.