Alright, so writing an epilogue :) This is more a few snapshots of John and Sherlock's life together as a couple. So enjoy :)
John and Sherlock had been 'dating' for the last 4 months. They were both happy as ever chasing down criminals, and going out on 'dates' that usually ended early because of some murder, or break-in, but John didn't mind.
The first time Sherlock and John had gone to the morgue after his 'suicide' Molly had just smiled and said, "And were have you been?" Like a very stern mother.
Sherlock smiled, "Busy." He answered simply, but he then caught sight of the diamond ring around Molly's ring finger, "Engaged?" He asked, although he already knew the answer.
"Yeah, I... yeah."
"Who's the lucky guy?" John asked.
"His name is Steven. He's working in the coffee shop across the street while he's finishing his doctorate in Astronomy."
"Well, I can see you're very happy. But, please, We need to see the body of one Hallie Cross." Sherlock said, they were investigating a case about the young girl's murder.
Sherlock and John still weren't technically 'out'. They thought giving people two shocks in a row would cause a few heart conditions (especially in their rapidly aging landlady).
The yarders knew there was something between the two men. At the crime scenes, John hardly ever took his eyes off his companion, and every once and awhile Sherlock would look up and wink at the doctor. Although it was so fast that most of the witnesses would swear that it didn't happen.
It was a normal day, John was sitting in the armchair in 221b baker street, reading a newspaper while Sherlock was doing 'experiments' on the kitchen table.
"John. I need the box out of coat pocket." Sherlock suddenly said.
Sighing, John stood. Sherlock had just come back from a case, and immediately went to work on his experiment, not even pausing to take off his coat and scarf.
John leaned over his boyfriend, and kissed his neck lightly, while he searched the coat's pockets for the box. Pulling it out, John saw that the box wasn't what he had been expecting. It wasn't a plain cardboard box like the ones Sherlock sometimes used for holding fragile evidence, instead it was a small black ring box.
"What's this?" John asked, pulling away from his boyfriend.
Sherlock turned from his experiment, which is something he hardly ever does, and took the small box out of John's hands, "Marry me?" Sherlock's eyes were huge, revealing all the emotions he usually kept locked inside himself.
"No." John said, and Sherlock's face fell, and his emotions were pulling back, getting locked inside again. Then John pulled an identical box from his pant pocket, "Marry me?"
Sherlock and John smiled like idiots. John opened his black box and Sherlock opened his. The rings were identical. Made of dark metal with no pattern or design, just simple and beautiful. The pair of them were giggling as they each slid a ring on the other's finger. Sherlock then pulled John down for a kiss, which he gladly obliged to.
Mrs. Hudson came in a little later to find the two men curled up on the couch, asleep in each other's arms. She immediately noticed the rings, but didn't say anything.
"It's about time." She muttered to herself as she closed the door softly behind her.
When Lestrade and the other yarders were told that John and Sherlock were together, and engaged, there was some mixed reactions. Most of them clapped, Lestrade went right up to the couple and congratulated them, but there were a couple that just simply didn't care, or thought John was making a huge mistake.
Mrs Hudson threw the happy couple a surprise engagement party a few days later, she'd invited everyone she could think of, so there was Mycroft, Molly and Lestrade.
Having been very discrete about their feelings for the last 4 months, John and Sherlock didn't know how to react when everyone asked for a kiss from the couple.
John smiled shyly, but Sherlock's face was a mask of indifference. The kiss itself was brief and chaste, but the 4 guests cheered.
Their wedding was just as small. It was a short ceremony, but neither of the grooms cared for extravagance, so it didn't matter. Mrs Hudson cried, but all Sherlock and John could do was smiled stupidly at each other.
Sherlock was sometimes difficult to live with. He sometimes spilled things that looked suspiciously like blood on the carpet, sometimes he would fend off any physical contact for days on end, and other times he would sulk around the flat for day, but John stilled loved him. One thing he could say about being married to the great Sherlock Holmes was that it was never boring.
I hope you enjoyed this... If you did please review. Thanks :D
