Nessa: OH MY GOD THANK YOU ALL WHO FOLLOWED, FAVORITED, REVIEWED, OR JUST READ THIS STORY! IT MAKES ME SOOOO HAPPY! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING! I just woke up one morning and suddenly you guys appeared out of no where. THAT YOUUUUUUU! Also I'm gonna have a tiiiiiny bit of help from my friend.

*friend hides*

Nessa:...Okay I can introduce you later. John?

John: Yeah yeah. Nessa doesn't own stuff.

Nessa: Oh come on John. More...Enthusiasm.

John: Now onto the story.

Nessa: No wait-

John's pov

"NO I DON'T HAVE ANY BLOODY AMERICAN CURRENCY! WHY THE HELL WOULD I?!" None of this makes any sense. Demons? Angels? How much of what Sherlock's been telling me are lies? Sherlock wasn't even a very religious person.

"Well I don't have any money." "JUST USE YOUR ANGEL POWERS OR SOMETHING!" "That's not how it works John." "THEN HOW DOES IT WORK?!" "It's complicated, John." "WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU BEEN LYING TO ME ABOUT SHERLOCK?!" Sherlock was silent for a moment. "You're angry with me." "OH WHAT GREAT DEDUCTION SKILLS, SHERLOCK!" "Quiet down, we're going to get caught." I sighed. "Wait...Mycroft is you're brother, right? So is he..." "He is an angel too, yes." "And your parents? What about them." "Oh they're merely my vessel's parents. I sometimes feel like they are my own though." "Your...vessel?" "The person I'm possessing." "YOU'RE POSSESSING SOMEONE?!" "Well I can't walk around in my true form." "TRUE FORM?!" "This isn't what I really look like."

I don't even feel like I know Sherlock anymore. When he asked me a minutes ago, I trusted him. Now? Not so much. "So...do you need to eat and sleep and...use the loo and stuff? I mean I've seen you do it...I-I don't mean-!" "Well technically I don't have to right now since...I got my grace back from mycroft." "Mycroft took your grace." "My grace was taken from me when I was kicked out of heaven." He was kicked out of heaven? No surprise there. "Then Mycroft somehow got a hold of it." "And now he gave it back to you?" "Oh no. I stole it from him." "Sooo...Did mycroft get kicked out of heaven too?" "No. He chose to come with me to...keep and eye on me."

I was pissed now. Extremely pissed. "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE SHERLOCK! YOU'VE BEEN LYING TO ME FOR SO LONG ABOUT EVERYTHING! I TRUSTED YOU! I JUST TOLD YOU I TRUSTED YOU BUT NOT ANYMORE! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT THIS STUFF! YOU BLOODY IDIOT!" Did...Sherlock look...hurt? "Well...You never asked if I was human. So technically I didn't l-" "YOU TOLD ME YOU HAD TOLD ME THE WORST ABOUT YOURSELF!" "I don't think being an angel is-" "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!" "I...I'm...I'm sorry John..." I suddenly stopped yelling and stared at him. "...What?" "I said I was sorry!"

Sherlock took out a silver dagger and places it to his neck. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" "Removing my grace." "WH-" Before I could finish he had made a small cut on his neck and a silvery blue light drifted in a clump out. Sherlock caught it in a vile. "Shame. It would have been useful. But I can't risk getting caught right now." I was silent. "Now...Where are we going to stay and what are we going to do about this money problem?"