A/N Thank you for the reviews/followers and faves. :) It means a lot. So now I've got an idea; this is going to be a three chapter fanfic. Part one you've had, part two is this and part three will be the next and final piece to this puzzle. Sorry about the wait, but I've been busy writing a Star Trek fic. ;)

(Any spelling mistakes then blame my older sister, she wrote this chapter for me - I was too lazy.)

Enjoy;

The Art Of Music.
Chapter 2 : So Close, Yet So Far.

- John's Pov - (Three day's later)

As I walked up the stairs heading towards mine and Sherlock's flat, I stopped - right by our door. I could hear something, something that sounded a lot like giggling. Frowning slightly, I press my ear to the door. I must admit I'm rather shocked at the voices that I hear. Sherlock & Mrs Hudson, never a good combination. I think I'm going to regret leaving to go get something from the shops, but the snow had still been here in full force and I couldn't exactly send poor old Mrs Hudson now could I? Sherlock could though, he even made himself comfy on my lap while saying that Mrs Hudson was useful for two things - going shopping and writing fan-fiction. And now I've just reminded myself to check that site out once I had the time, I wish I wouldn't keep forgetting. But then again, ever since Sherlock told me about it, I have been busy trying to please him in...adult ways.

"Post it," I hear Sherlock say, there's a clicking sound - like on a key-bored. Are they on my laptop again? "I cannot wait to see how many reviews we get for this one, Mrs Hudson." Are they writing...Fan-fiction? Dear lord, what has this world come to. Mrs Hudson and Sherlock writing fan-fiction together?

Opening up the door with a forced smile on my face, I look at the two of them. They're to busy on MY laptop to even notice me. Mrs Hudson is typing away at something, while Sherlock is peering over her shoulder - eyes glued to the screen. Why did I have such a bad feeling about this? Sighing to myself, I walk over to the fridge. Placing the shopping down near the sink, the table was still inhabited by Sherlock's mumbo-jumbo. Gripping the door to the fridge I open it, ready to put butter in there - but, there's no room. The reason? There's yet again another head in there. How it ended up there I'll never know because the last time I check - there was no ones head in there. I guess I should be thankful, it's a pig's head, not a human's again.

I turn back to Mrs Hudson and Sherlock. Hudson's still typing away like a good one, but Sherlock had been watching me - only to dart his eyes down back to the screen. He obviously did wanted to explain why there was a pig's head in the fridge, and to be honest - I'm not that interested in it at the moment. After living for so long with Sherlock, you sort of get used to finding heads in the fridge, body's in the freezer and oh yea - the occasional finger or eye-ball that "accidentally" falls into your soup. Or worst, your curry. I've had that happen to me more then twice now, yet it never seems to happen to Sherlock. He was either really lucky, or he was the one planting the body parts in my food for his own amusement. I'm guessing the second.

I look back at the fridge for a few minutes before slamming it shut, then I turned back to my landlord and somewhat lover - just to see them gone. The laptop was sitting on the table near by the chair, I see a glimmer of Sherlock's coat go through the door. I run over, hearing and seeing Mrs Hudson and Sherlock run down the stairs to the front door.

"Where are you two going?!"

"Out." Replied Sherlock.

"To my sister's." Mrs Hudson responded. I wouldn't be surprised if they were both going to a fan fiction convention. As the front door opens a closes, I groan. If I would have known they were going to be going out I would have let them do all the shopping so I wouldn't have had to face all that snow! Speaking of which, I remembered that Sherlock hadn't been in his day clothes, but his Pj's. Oh well, at least he put a coat on and a pair of shoes.

From the corner of my eyes, I see the light of the laptop screen. Dammit Sherlock, how many times do I have to remind that man to turn off my laptop once his done using it! Then again, it wasn't just him - you'd think Mrs Hudson would know better at her age. Not that she's that old, it's just - oh shut up John. I tell myself, I've probably dug myself into a hole if she had still been here.

Walking over to the laptop, I sit down in the chair. Watching it was a raised eyebrow. Slowly I take the laptop in my grasps, placing it on...well, the clues in the name - my lap. There was a minimized tab on the internet. I constipate clicking on it, wondering whether or not Sherlock had left it for me to look at. Or if he had gone to exit it but pressed the wrong button.

Well, what was clicking on the internet page between friends? I use the mouse to scroll over to it, clicking on it. Rather loudly and I ended up looking around the flat to see if anyone had heard me - even though there was no one in the flat but me now. Taking in a shaky breath, I wondered whether this is what it felt like to break the law or not?

My eyes fall upon a site called... Fan-fiction - Unleash Your Imagination. Then you had a small mobile symbol next to it. Scrolling over the page with my eyes, I see different types of categorizes for different things. But something orange at the top of the right hand corner catches my eye. Its a name; MrsHudsonluvsJohnLock. I was going to click on it to see what it was, but then I saw a search engine underneath it. I click on that, typing in : Sherlock. Sure enough, a fandom comes up - in fact - about 1,502 in the results. A picture of me a Sherlock together sitting around on the settee - smiles on our faces. Of course it was fake, but it court my eye so I clicked on it. I hadn't noticed just then who it was wrote by : MrsHudsonluvsJohnlock.

A few warnings came up. Possible swearing. Rated M. I didn't have a clue what "Rated M" means. Yet I couldn't stop myself as I scrolled down to read it. I must admit, I was sort of worried about it, but I didn't know why. Maybe it was because people were writing about me and Sherlock being together, even though it's now true...ish. I'm still not clear on the whole thing yet. The title read : All I Ever Wanted. Boy, this should be good.

d-_-b. Review or Pm. Ok, so as you may know - this is part 2 of a three shot fanfic. Next chapter will start off with the story John has fallen upon. :) Sorry for any mistakes.