I woke up from the most beautiful and amazing dream. Sherlock and me. Me and Sherlock… I laid there with my eyes clothes just remembering. Sherlock and I kissing, sleeping in the same bed. If only it was true. That's when I realized that there was something really warm next to me. And there was a soft breathing on my neck and a pair of arms around me. I opened my eyes to find myself NOT in my room. I was in Sherlock's bed? With Sherlock?

It wasn't a dream! This was reality.

I wormed out of Sherlock's arms and turned around to look at him. Asleep he looked so vulnerable. And so adorable. And in that moment I told myself I wouldn't let anyone hurt him, ever. He was mine, and no one could take that away from me.

Sherlock stirred slightly. "John?" He murmured sleepily.

"I'm here Sherlock."

"Why are you so far away?" He grunted and cuddled up against my chest. "Don't go anywhere."

I kissed his forehead. "I won't dear."

"Good," he said against my neck. "Why did I wait so long to say anything?"

I shrugged. "That information would be in your head, not mine."

He was quiet for a moment, but the moment was ruined when his phone rang. Sherlock groaned and got up slowly. "Hello?"

I got up slowly as he said, "That's none of your business Lestrade. Do you have something for me or not?"

Heading out to the kitchen to make some tea I heard, "Fine, I'll be right there."

"Anything interesting?" I asked as he walked out of his room.

"Not in the slightest, but apparently he needs me. How dull." He pulled on his jacket. "Aren't you coming John?"

"If you want me to."

"Of course. What would I be without my John?" He grinned and winked at me. "Now go clean up real quick, you look like you just got out of bed."

"Well you know what the funny thing is? I did just get out of bed." I rolled my eyes.

A half hour later we were in a cab on the way to a crime scene. Sherlock sat so close to me he was practically on my lap. So many thoughts were flying through my head. I just realized something… I was in love Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes is a man. I'm a homosexual? The thought hadn't crossed my mind until now. Would other people think of me differently now?

I looked over at Sherlock and realized I didn't care. I had Sherlock and that's all that mattered.

Sherlock looked over at me and frowned. "What is it?"

"Nothing." I looked out the window. Sherlock laid his head on my shoulder and I grinned. Who cared what the cabbie thought?

When we reached the crime scene, Lestrade pulled me aside and grinned, "Sooo?"

"So what?" I asked.

"What's the story?" He winked. "I can see the change in your face. I know something happened."

"Don't you think we should be helping Sherlock?" I said, trying to walk over to him.

He grabbed my arm to stop me. "I don't even need Sherlock here, the case is already solved. We all just want to hear the story."

"Seriously? You brought me and Sherlock here so you could gossip about our new relationship?" I questioned. "You're unbelievable."

"Hah! So you two are in a relationship?" Lestrade asked smugly.

"I guess so…" I said awkwardly. "We slept together last night."

"You go man! Get some!" He shouted a little too loudly, and some of the other people looked over at us.

"Shut up! That's not what I meant…" I laughed awkwardly.

Lestrade looked at me funny. "What? You two didn't…?"

"No! Now let's talk about something else! Before I want to slap you." I said walking over to Sherlock.

"Why are we slapping people?" Sherlock asked.

"Because Lestrade is a wanker." I replied.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask. "So this one is quite obvious Lestrade, I can't believe you couldn't figure it out yourself. And I'm frankly not very happy with the fact that you called me down here just for this. I have better things I could be doing."

"You mean like John?" Lestrade coughed.

"Exactly." Sherlock replied curtly. "Now if you'll excuse me, me and my doctor have some business to take care of."

I felt my face turn red as Sherlock locked his arm with mine and led me away from Lestrade, who looked quite stunned.

"Umm.. Sherlock?" I said quietly, as he flagged down a cab.

"Yes, John." He replied. "221B Baker Street." He said to the cabbie.

"Lestrade brought us here just to gossip." I said, sliding in the cab behind him.

"I know." He said matter-of-factly. "I knew as soon as he called me. But I figured we'd just as well give him the treat of seeing us together."

"They're going to talk. They're going to talk a lot." I said nervously.

"Let them. We'll just be famous." Sherlock grinned.

"You already are." I pointed out.

Sherlock chuckled. "Point taken."

As the cab pulled up to the flat, Sherlock took my hand. "Lestrade is a bloody git." I said.

"True. But I'd rather he be the one starting the talking. I'm afraid Anderson or Donavan would barely spare the time to get the details correct."

I laughed at the truth in that. "Yeah, well. I don't really know what to expect to hear from them anymore."

Sherlock pulled me close to him and kissed me passionately. I pulled away gasping for air.

"Let them talk," he said.

"Alright. If you say so."

"I do say so. Obviously." He pulled me to the door.

"What are we doing?" I asked breathlessly.

"Giving the people something to talk about."

He slammed the door and shoved me against the wall, startling a poor Mrs. Hudson.

"Bedroom?" I asked. "No need to scar Mrs. Hudson."

Sherlock just nodded. And pulled me into his room.

"I love you, John." He said as our jackets hit the floor.

"I love you too, Sherlock."

I'm afraid that's the end. c: Final chapter. I hope you guys liked it.

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Sorry I'm not really into slash, or whatever you wanna call it. Definitely not something I'm comfortable writing.

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Good day. xxx ~James Moriarty