"If you had three wishes, what would you wish for?" I asked Holmes, who sat next to me, dark eyes boring into the fireplace ahead.

I quietly awaited his answer, pondering my own three wishes.

Perhaps a wife, I wondered. My thoughts automatically turned to Miss Moorstan. Her long, silky blond hair, her lovely oceanic eyes, the demure curves of her body.

But I found myself thinking differently.

Dark eyes, broad shoulders, and strong arms. A deep voice, sharp jaw, and perhaps even a starch white shirt and an undone tie.

He would kiss me along my neck, trailing down my chest.

"Holmes," I would whimper.

"John," He would rise up. "I can't. I have a case; perhaps you would join me?"

"Brilliant work, old man," I would grumble back. "Do this to me and then leave me hanging,"

"I'm sorry, love. You know I have to attend to this first before I can deal with…distractions,"

"I know. But I won't leave you to deal with this by yourself. Someone has to take care of you,"

He would smirk. "After all, you are a doctor,"

I would just fallow him, picking up my cane and hat.

My brow furrowed. I should not be thinking like this; it's against the law.

I promised myself I'd stop thinking this way! Especially about my roommate.

But yet, I could not force myself to stop. I suppose I would wish for him. Under respectable circumstances, not as criminals.

The thought made a smile tug at my lip. What a dream that would be, not having to worry about what others would think of us.

We'd be able to go and have dinner, just the two of us, without worrying that the police will see through our façade.

We could kiss in public and no one could say a damn word about it.

What a dream.

I suppose I could wish for kids, but what I would honestly wish for is a day alone with him. No interruptions, no cases to be had, no medical emergencies, just the two of us.

A dance, a kiss, maybe an "I love you".

The smile gradually grew wider, happiness bubbling in my chest.

For a minute, I stole a glance at Holmes.

I could see his lips tugging upward, but almost like he hadn't had enough practice to actually smile. And, oddly enough, I found endearing.

His eyes were filled with bliss, such happiness that I had never seen on his face before.

What is he thinking about? I wondered. A case? Maybe finding someone to love?

I didn't have to wait much longer. "Well, Holmes, what would you wish for?"

"I would wish for a new chemistry set, some money and one I would save for a rainy day, when my life has no luck." Holmes answered around his pipe. "What would you wish for, Old fellow?"

"A wife, some kids, and a house," I replied, putting on a small smile, for show.

I peeked at him again. "Are you sure you're not sick, Old boy? You look quite pale,"

Quite pale was an understatement. In truth, he looked almost ghostly. His dark eyes had lost any life in them.

"I'm quite alright, Watson. Just a head cold, that's all," He answered, although I could tell that it was not just a head cold.

"You should head up to bed," I told him, trying my hardest not to show my unhappiness.

He nodded, distantly.

"I'll send Mrs. Hudson up with some tea later,"

So, Holmes got up and made his way up the stairs.

But I was trying my hardest to keep any tears from falling, lest Mrs. Hudson come in and see me.

I suppose I shouldn't be too disappointed. I said to myself. After all, I'm probably no better than a criminal.

I put out my pipe before heading up to bed myself. But, before I entered my room, I heard something. Something that sounded quite like sobbing.

I silently opened the door, being careful not to creak it.

There was Holmes, lying on the bed, tears running down his face.

I could see he hadn't bothered to shave or undress for that matter. I couldn't help but want to go over, and kiss the tears from his eyes, reassure him that I loved him.

But I didn't. Instead, I went downstairs to make tea.

I couldn't just let him despair, now can I?

It was late when I wrote this, so be nice.

Also huge thanks to Curreeous for her kind review! Much appreciated.

Okay, I realize this A/N is a bit late, but I do appreciate feedback. Tell me what's historically accurate and what's not, tell me what you like and what you don't.

But I would like to know:

Would you lovely readers like a happy ending or an angsty one?

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