Well well, this is it, hope you all enjoy. This is most probably very out of character again, but I don't really care this time round because I love them and want them to act like this in the sequel to the movie (: enjoy it. OH and look out for my update on my other version, not a clue how that will end up, but I will hopefully have updated the other version by the weekend. Dun duun duuuun...

Sherlock Holmes was stood right outside Irene's door, Watson's old bedroom. He'd been standing there for the past 5minutes, was he really going to just go and tell her? He didn't know what he was doing.

If he told her, she would most probably be happy and return the love. But there's still that small chance she won't... oh lord, what was he going to do? Watson was waiting on him to tell her, he was getting just annoyed as Watson at how much he played Irene.

Holmes started to pace up and down the small hallway outside the room, muttering things and rehearsing what he might say to Irene. His thought track was broken when he heard someone clear their throat; he turned around to see Watson at the bottom of the stairs and gesturing him to go in.

Sherlock knew he had to do it, so he went to open the door. But it was locked, so he kept pulling and twisting the door knob, until the very women opened the door in a light bathrobe that nanny had lent her, staring at him.

"When will you stop trying to break into my bedrooms?" Irene asked him with a smile on her face, remembering when he tried to pick the lock of her hotel room.

Sherlock Holmes was nervous, to say the least. He gulped and silently walked into the room and stood in the middle of the room awkwardly. Irene closed the door and leant against it, looking expectantly at Sherlock, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Did you need anything in specific?" She asked him, copying what he had asked her after they kissed all those months ago. Sherlock remembered how much of an idiot he was, that was his chance, now he had to humiliate himself instead. Irene went to go over to the dresser where she had a few things for her hair set out, some things she never went anywhere without. Sherlock's head followed her, but his body stayed in the same spot.

"Well it's just... err... something Watson said..." Sherlock didn't know where to start, or what to say, or what to do. He'd never done anything like this before. Love. It was all new to him. Irene was doing her hair in the mirror but looking at his reflection in the mirror.

"Well I'll be damned. Sherlock Holmes lost for words, never thought I'd live to see the day" Irene chuckled softly, but the smile faded as she met his intense stare through the mirror. She put her brush down and stood there still in the bathrobe, she didn't move.

Sherlock gradually made his way up behind her, standing so close that their bodies were brushing. His hands still in his pockets, he wore his trousers and shirt, his suspenders were down by his sides. They stared at each other for what felt like hours until Irene looked away and Sherlock cleared his throat.

"Look, I'm just going to tell you. Because for all the years we've known each other, I never thought it would actually come to this. For the past few months, ever since Blackwood, I can't stop thinking about you. The few times we've bumped into each other, I've lost my nerve and pushed you away. And when you weren't here I'd just mope around and never do anything with myself... I think Lestrade is in desperate need of my help with some cases" Sherlock and Irene both lightly smiled at Sherlock's arrogance; they were staring into each other's eyes again.

"Irene I-"

"Wait! Wait Sherlock; if you're going to make this commitment, then I want this to actually happen. I don't want you messing me around anymore and no more mood swings. Rekon you can handle it?" Irene asked him, she couldn't deal with his mixed signals. Irene just wanted Sherlock Holmes all to herself.

Sherlock didn't answer for a few minutes.

"Irene I-" Sherlock started, but stopped straight after, he knew the best way to answer this.

Irene felt his hands on her arms, urging her to turn around and face him. She was a bit resistant at first because she knew how close they would be and she needed an answer before he committed to anything. He was still lightly pulling her around to face him, she gave up and turned.

Sherlock slowly leant down and pushed his lips against hers. Neither of them moved away and they both slowly started to move their lips. Sherlock's hands were now on the small of her back, pulling her right up against him. Irene's hands were round the back of his neck, pulling him in closer to her. They both needed a breath so pulled apart, but not far. They're foreheads resting against one another's.

"Irene you've always been my weak spot... and I am completely and utterly in love with you" Sherlock said in almost a whisper.

Irene pulled him in for another kiss and smiled against it. The kiss grew hungrier and more passionate. Irene didn't end up using the bed for a nap that night... other activities seemed to interest her more.


That morning Sherlock woke up, confused where he was. The room was bare, with nothing on the shelves or walls. He still wasn't sure until he felt something curl into his side more. He looked down and saw Irene Adler. Smiling at remembering last night's events he kissed her temple, which woke her up. They smiled at each other.

"Good morning Miss. Adler"

"And you too Mr. Holmes"


Watson had just arrived at Baker Street and walked through greeting Mrs. Hudson. He walked in to the kitchen and found Sherlock Holmes buttering some bread.

"Morning Watson, how are you feeling on this very fine morning?" Sherlock asked turning round and leaning against the side and eating his bread.

"I'm very well thank-you Holmes... and what's got you in such a good mood?" Watson asked, amused at the grin that was on Sherlock's face. It surely couldn't be Irene because Holmes would never have the courage to do something like that, he never had and he never will.

"Well-"Sherlock was started, but was cut off by someone entering the room.

"Well, you should know because I believe it was all thanks to you Watson" Irene said, smiling to herself as she walked in, wearing the light bathrobe again.

She walked over to Holmes and gave him a quick on his lips. She then stole the bread out of his hand and went to walk away. Before she'd gotten away from him he gave her bum a quick slap and winked at her. Watson was shocked, Holmes had actually told her. He just chuckled, now reading the newspaper, at the fact that Holmes had turned into a love sick teenager. It was nice to see him happy again though.

They're each other's weak spot... how romantic.

TA-DAHHH! I was sort of loosing concentration during the end, and I know that the end was really out of character again, but like I said I like it (: thank-you to everyone who reviewed and kept me writing, I'll see you at my other version of this then. HAPPY WRITING ALL (: AnnaTW x