Hiya!. I know I've not been posting, I've just had so much College work that needs to be done!. This is just something short until I can get uploading again!.

This Fic kind of stems from the first Sherlock advert I saw last year, and how Muse's track 'Uprising,' was the music for it. At least, that's what I can remember.

As usual, I don't own two of my best friends.
All credit goes to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and to Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss for The BBC Series of Sherlock.


It is not an explosion.
It's not a firework or any other outward display of pressure or convection.
It's more like a shift in the balance of everything, a simple, effective, inevitable event in the course of the future.
Destiny, if that's what you want to believe in.
It was always meant to happen, was always going to happen. It was only a matter of time, and when they came together, finally, it was with a sigh as Reality righted itself and slipped into what was always meant to be.
In the years before each other, Reality suspected that Sherlock and John had always felt a part of themselves was, not missing exactly, just...elsewhere (and quite frankly, it should know, seeing as it made them).
Whenever Sherlock and John lost hope in themselves, Reality would be there, pressing from the sidelines to remind them that, one day, this would all be worth it.
All they had to do was wait.
In a way, Reality had fashioned them out of itself.
One, a man of logicality, science and fundamental rules as such, the other, a man of faith, a man of belief and of acceptance and exceptions (things that he would need when dealing with Sherlock Holmes, Reality had decided).
Two, perfectly completed, perfect for each other human beings, total opposites but united in that fact.
That was pretty much what Reality was really, logical but hinging on belief and faith. In a way, everyone who came into contact with Sherlock and John, came into contact with Reality, including themselves.
So, that's why, on that slightly grey, ordinary but special, fateful day, when Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective, met John Watson, Ex-Army Doctor, Reality righted itself with a sigh and a well deserved rest, safe in the knowledge that with each other, they were finally complete.
It had taken a lot of work you know, to bring them both together.
"Afghanistan or Iraq?," Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective asked.
"Afghanistan," the Ex-Army Doctor replied, surprise elementary in his voice.
Reality looked upon the uprising, and smiled.