"Sherlock. No. Don't do this to me. You promised. You can't break a promise Sherlock. Sherlock, please don't," a broken voice entered Sherlock's conscious. "Come on Sherlock. Just hold on. Please."

"I love you John," Sherlock whispered, barely strong enough to turn his head to look at John. "I've always loved you."

John's voice just became even more broken than before. "I love you too Sherlock. Please don't leave."

"Goodbye John."

"No. No Sherlock! Come back to me! Please! Sherlock, please!" he cradled Sherlock's head in his arms.

Sherlock took one last shuddering breath and that was it. John tilted his head back and let loose a mournful cry. How had it all came to this?

Two Weeks Ago

"Boring! You can leave now." Sherlock said to a client who looked befumbbled.

"But, I, I, who did..."

Sherlock threw his arms in the air. "Oh for goodness sakes! No one broke into your house and attacked you! You were drunk and your wife was waiting for you because she was throwing you a party. You came home and she jumped on you knocking you over. You hit your head on a rock and concussed. There! problem solved! Now LEAVE!" he shouted at the man.

The man left quickly and John raised an eyebrow. "That was a little harsher than normal. You feeling okay?"

"I'm fine!" Sherlock spat. "Just leave me alone! None of our clients have any good cases so tell the last two that yes both of their wifes are having affairs."

He stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door shut, it shaking the entire flat. John looked surprised, unsure of what was going on there. Doing as asked with the last two clients, he knocked on Sherlock's door. He wanted to make sure the detective was okay. They were supposed to be going to dinner tonight, but John didn't want to push him if he wasn't feeling alright.

"Sherlock? Are you alright?" his voice came in, muffled by the door.

Inside the room, Sherlock sat on the bed, a small box in his shaking hands. He had to do it tonight. He was so nervous, but If he didn't John might move on and that was one thing Sherlock would not be able to stand. Since he had met John he had made Sherlock's life complete. He was like the missing puzzle piece to Sherlock's heart. And he couldn't loose that.

Hearing John at the door, he slid the small box into his pocket. This door opened slowly, the retired army doctor peeking in on him. Sherlock didn't meet his eyes, and instead looked down. John opened the door the rest of the way, and went to sit down besides Sherlock. He wrapped an arm over his shoulder and leaned his head on him. Sherlock reached up and grabbed his hand, leaning on him slightly.

"Are you okay Sherlock? You seem nervous," John said, his eye looking over him.

Sherlock let a quick smile cross his face. "I'll leave you to your deductions."

"Oh yeah? Well then, I deduce that you're still ticklish from when you were five."

Fear flashed through Sherlock's eyes as John's arm left his shoulder and moved down to his bare feet. "Now John. You wouldn't. Would you?" he said, biting his lip.

"I would."

Sherlock tried to bolt from the room, but John was faster. He pulled Sherlock backwards on the bed, his fingers moving all along his sides. Sherlock squirmed and tried to get out of reach, but failed, as he only enabled John to reach his face. Starting to laugh, he yelled stop it, but it came out as a squeak instead of a yell. Reaching up, John tickled his sides again. This continued for quite a while before both flopped back on the bed, exhausted with the game of tickle monster. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock, smiling.

"I love you." he whispered.

"I know you do. But I love you more."

"Is that so? Well I..." he was cut off as Sherlock kissed him and he kissed back.

They laid there, just cuddled up together. A few minutes later Sherlock turned to look at John and smiled shyly.

"What?" he asked suspiciously.

"We have to get up and ready. Remember tonight?"

John snuggled closer to Sherlock. "Aww. Do we have too? I could stay here all night."

For a slight second Sherlock was tempted to say yes. But remembering what he had planned, he shook his head. A smile broke out at the puppy dog eyes John gave him.

Sitting up, Sherlock got off the bed and offered a hand to John. John reluctantly took it as he was yanked up. Pushing the doctor out towards his room, Sherlock leaned on the door frame, smirking.

"Go get ready. We need to leave in twenty-six minutes and thirteen seconds if we wish to not get stuck in traffic," he said.

"Show off," John muttered.

Sherlock nodded. "Only the best for you," he teased.

As John walked off, Sherlock fingered the small box in his pocket and panicked when he couldn't feel it. Looking on the bed he was relieved to see it there. Opening it, he smiled at the ring inside. His smile faded as an awful thought struck him. What if John said no? How would that impact their relationship?

Sittting the box on his dresser he, took a deep breath. "Don't think about it Sherlock. If he says yes or no, both of those options are for future Sherlock to worry about. Just go and enjoy your date. When the time feels right, propose," he said aloud to himself, straightening his tie in the mirror.

A knock came at the door. "Sherlock, you ready to go?"

Tucking the box in his pocket, he opened the door. "As soon as you are," said Sherlock.

The two made their way down the stairs and out the door, but not before grabbing their coats. Sherlock did his magic trick of holding out his hand and a cab appearing. Making their way to the restaurant the ride was silent. They ate dinner, and Sherlock watched the entire time for the right time to propose. Not once did he see it. Eventually he just gave up and finished dinner.

John instited on walking back to the flat. Sherlock eyes lit up at the opportunity. A romantic walk through the park was just what he needed to help set the mood. Smiling at John he took his arm and they set off. The two walked for a while, talking about random stuff, merely passing the time. Eventually, Sherlock stopped and turned to look at John.

"Sherlock, is everything alright?"

"John I just wanted to say something. Since I met you, you've changed my life. You've completed me. I love you John, and if you'll have me, I'd like to be with you forever. John Watson. Will you marry me?" the detective got down on one knee and held the open box out to him.

A sharp intake of breath came from John. "Oh Sherlock. I, I can't believe it. It's so beautiful. I don't know what to say."

"A yes would be nice," Sherlock thought to himself, forcing himself to look into John's eyes.

His smile faded at the look in them. He already knew the answer. He kept his arms extended with the box, and held his breath, hoping he was deducing John wrong for once in his life.

"Sherlock. I..."

Hey everyone! I'm back already. I might need to change the line on my page that says I won't write often! Well I hope you enjoyed and please review!

~Jaliee Holmes