Wishing On A StaWishing On A Star
Rule #1 - Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to...
Chapter 1 of 1
John Watson sat at his bedroom window, looking out at the deep, dark expanse of space. He felt like part of him had died on that fateful day. It had been two years since Sherlock Holmes had fallen, nothing made sense anymore, John spent every waking moment waiting for his darling Sherlock to walk casually through the doors of 221B. Baker Street as if nothing had ever happened. Suddenly a bright light streaked across the sky. A shooting star no doubt, John knew it was stupid and childish but it was the only thing he could do to stop himself from going insane! He made a wish, "I wish" he stammered "I wish Sherlock would come home." Tears gathered in his eyes as an image of Sherlock flashed in his head. He lost all control, he had tears streaking down his face. John Watson sat and cried for what seemed like forever. In fact he was so consumed in his sorrow that he didn't even notice the faint wheezing sound out side. All of a sudden a warm hand was placed upon his shoulder, at first he thought it was Mrs. Hudson but then he came to the conclusion that it was far to masculine to be hers. A shiver shot down his spine as he realised that there could only be one person with hands that calm, that soft but also that strong. His head snapped around and through his tears he saw the only person in the dammed universe who he wanted to ever see again. It was his dearest darling Sherlock, in a blinded fit of what John assumed was over joyed anger he said, "Sher... Sherlock?" His lover smiled in harmony for he to was now crying! What an odd thing for him to do John thought, of all the people to cry at a reunion, Sherlock Holmes was not someone he pictured doing so. As they looked at each other, there eyes locked with passion and love, But oh! Sherlock's eyes said it all, In that moment John knew he had suffered as much as he had in the two years he had been away, that he two had missed John more then no other lovers for the rest of time could ever hope to imagine. "Hello John." Sherlock said with pure sincerity in his voice as he slumped down next to John on the bed and put his hand gently on John's neck and looked into his lovers eyes trying desperately not to deduce but just to let himself be enveloped by John's beautiful brown eyes, because when he was with this man he felt at peace, that when John was with him he could do anything. John knew it was coming, he had so many questions, but they all paled into significant when Sherlock tenderly kissed him on the lips. John kissed back but no tongues were to be evolved, they just wanted to enjoy the moment. The kiss lasted for what seemed like far to short a time to John and Sherlock alike but it was all that was needed. John rested his head on Sherlock's shoulder, "I love you" he said as he sank into the nape of Sherlock's neck. "And I, John Watson." Sherlock said holding John's hands in his. "Will never leave your side ever again." John searched Sherlock's eyes for a hint of sarcasm, there was none. John smiled and holding Sherlock close said "Promise?" Sherlock looked down and John's beautiful face and smiled with equal strength "Promise." With there love finally back as one they lay down on John's bed and slept huddled, arms wrapped tightly around the other, neither wanted to let go so they both vowed to themselves they wouldn't. All that mattered was they were together and that nothing could ever harm them again. Outside 221B. Baker Street a little blue bow faded out of existence until nothing remained to ever suggest it had ever been there at all...