Authors Note: So I had no idea on what the Watson baby's name was going to be so I'm using Britney so if anyone else had a different name in mind I'm sorry for ruining it like this. Anyways this is the last chapter and I won't be posting any new stories until I go back to school, probably but no promises. So without further ado, enjoy!
Sherlock quickly tried pushing Lestrade away, but he was too weak to move his arms and he just stood there in shock. Lestrade opened his eyes and looked at Sherlock and saw the fear and surprise shining in his beautiful ocean blue eyes. He backed away while both of them were panting hard. Sherlock refused to look at him and curled into a ball. "Sherlock, I didn't mean to…" Lestrade held out his arms to him expecting Sherlock to push him away, but instead threw himself into his arms and cried onto his chest. "Did.. did he tell you?" Sherlock whispered in between sobs. Lestrade clenched his fists and trembled while holding Sherlock in his arms. "He did didn't he Lestrade?" Now both were crying, except Lestrade had tears of guilt. "I'm sorry Sherlock, but you have to give up on John. I thought, this was the best way for you to live your life without romance." Sherlock raised his arms and tried hugging Lestrade as tightly as he could. "I know, but I'm sure it was harder for you since you really truly had those feelings towards 's alright, I forgive you Lestrade" At this moment, Lestrade could no longer cry silent tears and let out his voice finally. The sound of his heart-broken cries pierced into Sherlock's mind and heart. He had assumed that the reason Lestrade was always calling and texting more than John would be because he was more worried than him. He had a secret inside of him, and it only showed when he was with the person he least wanted to find out, which was Sherlock, the man he secretly loved. "I-I'm so sorry Sherlock. I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm sorry…." Lestrade held tight of Sherlock's cold and thin body carefully. Sherlock felt like crying as well as he imagined himself in Lestrade's place when John finds out about his feelings towards him. He also knew that if he had just accepted Lestrade's feelings halfheartedly, it would only hurt him more, and Sherlock couldn't live with hurting a very close friend to him again.
Sherlock allowed Lestrade to sleep next to him on the bed he was at the hospital as he cried himself to sleep. The next morning, Sherlock woke up alone in his hospital room. His eyes were swollen and still stung from last night's crying marathon. There was a knock on the door and Sherlock tried to act asleep knowing who it was knocking. "Oh dear, he's still sleeping. Should we come back later instead?" "No, you should probably get breakfast for you and Britney. I'll stay here until he wakes up" "Alright, do you want anything John?" "I'm good, thanks." The sound of the door closing and John getting closer to Sherlock sent goosebumps up to his neck. John stroked Sherlock's curly raven colored hair away from his bruised face. He traced the cut on his lips with his index finger. "Oh Sherlock, this...all of it, is my fault. I'm just sad that I couldn't apologize sooner to you." In Sherlock's mind was a screaming echo of "SHUT UP JOHN PLEASE," as he felt that he was hurting John the more he stayed with him. "I heard Lestrade was with you here all night. That fool doesn't know when to give up. He has a bunch of work on his desk, and even when I suggested of staying instead, he refused me before I even finished my sentence. I'll tell him your thanks for you. You weren't good at that huh? It's alright, I'm the same. Never grateful of what I have...until I lose it." Sherlock listened to each and every word coming out of John's mouth and only wished he could hold him. "Are you okay? I haven't seen you in five months, well I did see you at the ambulance car. But you were…" John hesitated to continue his phrase as he inhaled deeply, holding back tears. Sherlock was aware that his ten minute flat line damaged John emotionally. It was another death of him that John had to live through. Sherlock moaned as he tried to sit up, and as he did, he noticed something different in him. "Sherlock! Whoa careful, are you alright?" John went up to him to help and Sherlock was shocked to find out what was new about him from last night. "Whats wrong? Sherlock can you hear me? Do you know who I am?" Sherlock looked at John with wide eyes and wasn't at all prepared to say what he was about to tell him. "John...I…" Tears streamed down his cheek bones and John called a nurse. "What is it? What's hurting you right now?" The nurse came in with the doctor and Sherlock's hands went down to his knees and looked at them. "I...I can't feel them."
Three weeks soon passed and Sherlock found all of his stuff back at his flat in Baker street. He recognized his old scent and man did he miss it. Mrs. Hudson had prepared him some tea and a welcome back cake. "Oh deary, we've missed you so much." Said Mrs. Hudson as she went up to him. "Sherlock, welcome home." Molly was sitting on the couch near the door and pushed his wheel chair inside. " Hey there, Sherlock." Lestrade came out from the kitchen and awkwardly waved at Sherlock who smiled and waved back at him. A small child then rushed by and hugged Sherlock's knees as she fell while giggling. Sherlock pulled her up and sat her down on his knees. "Unco Sher, wecom home!" Sherlock smiled and kissed her forehead. "Glad to be home, Britney." John and Mary stood in front of them smiling and holding each other's arms. It was a small and short party. Everyone soon left, Lestrade was the last one behind and paused right at the door before turning towards Sherlock. "Listen Sherlock, about what I said and did, I just wanted to say sorry and thanks for not hating me for it." Lestrade blushed as he said this and Sherlock could only smile and nod as he led him out. Mycroft was standing outside the door waiting for Sherlock. After Lestrade left he let himself in. "You're rather a tad late to the party." Sherlock said as he turned his wheel chair towards him. "Yes well, I like being fashionably late." Mycroft looked at him and wore a sad expression on his face. "Yes. The doctors said it would be temporarily if I have therapy sessions help me as well as patience, boring by the way. No need to get sentimental about it brother dear. "It's not that, what did you tell Lestrade?" Sherlock stayed quiet and sighed. "He's a good man, but he can do better than waste his time fooling around with a sociopath. Of course, I agreed to assist him in his necessities and as well in cases. I at least can do that. As for John, well, he has a family to take care of now." Sherlock looked out the window and stared at the passing people. After being gone from his flat for so long he liked seeing all these common things happening in Baker street. He saw as his group of friends were each going their separate ways and it made him smile."I realized that I am happy with everyone here with me, however not everyone can be happy with me forever. So I have decide to continue doing what I do best." "Oh, and what's that?" Sherlock turned around in his wheel chair and smiled at Mycroft sincerely and finally said, "Being Sherlock Holmes of 221 B Baker Street of course. The world's best detective and high-functioning sociopath."