A/N: This was originally a 221B, but I saw a mistake and had to fix it, making the story longer. It is now a 442B. Sorry about that, I'll try again next chapter.

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-SherlockNinja


John stared at the silhouette by the window and he wished he had a proper camera. The figure was gazing out the window, as if guarding the streets from danger, but he remained as still as a marble bust. The light coming from outside made him shine with a heavenly glow, unlike all of the other figurines John had ever seen. He picked up his violin, and started playing softly and slowly, in a calming melody. That was the only way that John could tell that he was not a structure. He looked like an angel, come down to Earth to watch over Baker Street, soothing and cleansing the heart of many with his violin. Sometimes easing the pain of some when their burdens became too much to handle. Giving the people in despair hope, and giving the weak strength to face the day. John picked up his phone silently and took a photograph, he couldn't bear to not get some picture of this moment, even if it was with a stupid, crappy, cell phone camera. Unfortunately, John forgot that his phone made a loud click when taking a photo, and so the living statue started to move, spinning in a graceful circle to find the source of the noise.

He saw the phone in John's hand, camera still pointed at him, and correctly deduced what had happened. He raised an eyebrow.

"I...I was just...texting my s...sister." John tried feebly to deny his earlier action, but the angelic man saw right through it.

"I know what you did, Just tell me why." His velvety baritone demanded.

"You... Sherlock," John paused, unsure of whether to tell his friend or not. Telling him would probably mean that the friendship was over and that would break John's heart and crush it to pieces. Sherlock had become John's world, and to be rejected would leave John lost, hurt, and confused. He sighed, his flatmate was amazing at observing so he would probably find out everything anyway. It was slightly better to tell him rather than be deduced one day at random, and break down into tears because he was unprepared for being sent away.

"Before I tell you this, you should know that I can contain myself, and I would never, ever take advantage of you. I would-"

"Just get to the point, John"

John was glad for the interruption, because truthfully, he wasn't sure what exactly he would have said next. He braced himself for the horrible blow of being kicked out and took a few deep breaths.

"Come on, John, out with it."

"You're beautiful."