Not as good as my last one.
I remarked to myself in the car today how this song fit them well.
All angst and forgiveness (because John could never stay mad at Sherlock. We all know that.)
I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground
I'm hearing what you say but I just can't make a sound
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...
He stared blankly.
After all that time.
After all the tears.
He ran.
Sherlock watched John disappear down the street.
Sherlock's heart followed.
The CCV cameras followed.
Time to call Mycroft.
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
John stopped running eventually.
He walked.
He walked.
He walked.
John stopped walking eventually.
He made a decision.
Sherlock watched apprehensively as his John climbed the seventeen steps to 221b.
His John.
Would John still like him to call him that?
The very man walked into the flat a few moments later.
The look on his face said it all.
John had made his decision.
I'd take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But it's nothing new
John sniffled against Sherlock.
All those times he had told himself to not give up.
All those times he stilled his hand.
All those times he checked his mobile.
And the reason was right in front of him.
Sherlock stroked the soft hair.
Comforting to know that John hadn't hated him.
Comforting to know that John still cared.
Comforting to know John was still his.
Even if he was a little grayer.
I loved you with a fire red-
Now it's turning blue, and you say...
"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid...
Don't leave.
Ever.
Again.
I won't have it.
I won't.
I'll never leave.
Ever.
Again.
I won't do it.
I won't.
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
John finally returned to 221b.
He finally returned to Sherlock.
Sherlock helped him unpack the last box.
John was here to stay.
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
It's too late to apologize, yeah
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah-
John tilted his head back.
He took into the face that was nothing more than a dream.
A blessed reality
Sherlock gazed at the face.
The warm acceptance that John radiated enveloped him.
A blessed reality.
I'm holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground...
As I said before not my best. I hope to tackle "Baby One More Time".
