Beginning.

It began with a question. "Afghanistan or Iraq?" and just escalated from there. The next thing John Watson knew was not that he had moved in with this almost stranger but that he had killed a man for said stranger. But that smile, that small smile that the self-proclaimed sociopath gave him after was worth it. All the smiles Sherlock gave him were worth it.

And then suddenly they are living together day after day. Learning each others faults, seeing each other in their worst moments. But still those times of pure mayhem and mischief on a case. The times of brilliance and amazement. They always bring splendor and excitement back into their lives.

But neither of these times did John Watson begin to realize that he was in love with Sherlock Holmes. No, it was on one of their extremely rare moments of domestic bliss. Sherlock was standing, composing a beautiful melody on his violin And John reading the paper. Well he was pretending to read the paper, he was actually listening. John let his eyes drift up to the man that made up most all of his life and realized just how invested he was in this man. He realized just how much he loved him. And that's when Sherlock began to play. He played a song full to the bring of melancholy love and turned suddenly to stare directly into John's eyes. As the music swelled so did John's heart. At that moment he knew, Sherlock was composing this song for him! At the end of the song John took in a breath and said

"Beautiful song Sherlock" His voice didn't sound nearly as nervous as he felt. Sherlock smiled that 'Just-For-John' smile he loved so much and said softly,

"It wasfor you"

And that was their beginning.