BOmg omg my heart was beating so hard in my chest as a doctor i knew this couldn't be good I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. I felt dizzy. My best friend had just fucking shot and killed a man right in front of my own eyes. Not that I carried
about the man who died. As much I wanted to care, since I am a doctor and it's my job to care, I could really couldn't bring myself to do so. All I could think was bloody hell my best friend just shot a man and no doubt would be incarcerated. Not
to mention the feeling of guilt that sank into the pit of my stomach. I felt like I was going to be sick. He did this for me he did this so that my godforsaken lier of a wife would be ok. And we, I, still don't even know what her real name is or anything
else about her really. How could I have loved a woman that I didn't even know, and now my best friend was going to jail for it.

It was about at this point that realization really sank in. You can't be in love with someone you don't know. Lust...ok maybe...endearment perhaps but love unlikely as the idea that the sun would never rise again and at that moment I certainly wished
it wouldn't. But too late for sentiment... too late to realize that the man before me was not as cold as he seemed to well fucking everyone. Sociopath in deed. Can't be a sociopath not really, not completely anyways, not If he just made himself go
to jail for me..which he just clearly did. As the blood pooling on the floor was proof of. Pretty obvious now really when it was all too late.

That night I was laying in bed with Marry. I had my arms tightly around her but I could not sleep. No sleep would come to me that night. I was restless. All I wanted was for Sherlock to be in my arms not this bitch of a woman who I didn't even know. I
knew Sherlock and now that it was all too late I realized how much he cares about me and that I love him.

The next morning Sherlock and I were saying our final goodbyes we was excelled and heading on a plane out of the country. Likely we would never see each other again. And then he was boarding the plane. And I had stepped back to be with Marry right before
I took of running after a plane rolling down the runway. I jumped on to said plane.

Sherlock "bloody hell John what are you thinking." I simply replied "well I figured I couldn't very well let you go on a case without your partner, even if it is out of the country, now could I.." Sherlock "what about Marry? No wait I can tell by the
lack of smell of perfume. If she was practically in your lap like she usually is in the car then you her perfume would have lightly rubbed off on you. That and the fact that your clothes is still perfectly uncreased suggests that you had no physical
contact at all with her today. Judging by your reaction to me leaving and you getting the crazy idea to jump on the plane I can tell you clearly have come to your senses and decided to leave her behind. You realized you never really knew her and therefore
couldn't love her and well here we are."

I replied "mostly" Sherlock got a puzzled look on his face and said "'mostly you mean I missed something what detail of this could I have possibly missed." I stated "same thing you usually miss the motive. Great at making observations except when it comes
to things like sentiment. But then again as it took me years to get a clue maybe I'm not that great at it either. I...love...you Sherlock i realized that last night. Idiot I am, couldn't get my head out my ass and realize that well..I might not be
gay but with you I don't care and..." it was at this point Sherlock said "oh my dearWatson do shut" and kissed me. It wasn't long till I was sitting on his lap.

As soon as the plane landed we got a ride to the hotel and spent the rest of the day experimenting in bed.