A.N. Thank you all so much for the reviews. It really made my day. I wrote a stupid Math exam today and I think I failed. So I have been down the whole day, till I saw the reviews! Thank you all so much

Neverendingfan: sorry to disappoint, but you won't find out today.

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So here is the next chapter. It is short I know, but I will update soon. It's more about John's feelings because you wrote that I should write more about that. I have to apologies because I can't write those things to well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, but if I did I wouldn't let you wait another 393 days till the beginning of season four. (Yes, I actually counted how long we still have to wait. Assuming the first episode will be shown on the first of January 2016)

John sat on the couch. He couldn't sleep. It was about 4 in the morning and he felt bloody awful. He could only think about Sherlock. How could it be that one man kept crossing his mind like that? It gave him a headache. Yesterday, about the same time, he had been awake, scarred to get up. Scared for the day to begin. Yesterday he thought that his best friend would leave and that because of him.

Oh, do your research. I'm not a hero. I am a high functioning sociopath. Merry Christmas!

He heard it over and over. Sherlock shouting those words, raising the gun and firing. John had been in complete shock after that. He had been so glad when he found out that Sherlock wouldn't go to prison, only to find out that he would be send into exile. John had feared yesterday. And now he sat here, same spot, same time, worrying about Sherlock. The only difference was though, that Sherlock was in London and not in eastern-Europe. And that Moriarty was still alive and probably had something big planned. Probably how to kill everyone.

"Jesus, my life is so messed up." John whispered into the dark living room.

"Why, would you say that?" Mary voice came so unexpected that John jumped up and almost grabbed his gun. He calmed himself down really quick and looked at Mary, who was standing in the door wearing socks and a nightgown. Her big belly was clearly visible and he suddenly felt excitement when he thought about his child.

"Why do you think that?" Mary asked again. She walked towards him and sat down.

"Well, where should I start?" John took a pause and sat down again next to Mary. "My best friend is a sociopath, but even if he denies it he has a big heart. He is a detective and loves to get into dangerous situations, which kills him by the way and he is rude and annoying, but for some odd reason I still like him. Mycroft, my best friend's brother, works for or is the British government, he could kill us in minutes and nobody would ever know. Then there is you Mary. I don't know your real name and you seem to be some kind of CIA agent. You shot my best friend some months ago, but I still love you with all my heart. And then there is me. Ex-soldier and doctor, who was positioned in Afghanistan, I saw terrible deaths, but still want to see more. So Mary, please tell me if that is normal." John looked into Mary eyes and he saw amusement. There was brief silence but then she started to laugh really loud. John sat there confused but then joined in.

"You forget Molly, who enjoys to cut brains and who has a crush on Sherlock. And Mrs. Hudson who was married to a drug dealer" Mary stated. She hugged John but still giggle quietly.

"Yeah, how could I forget them? The only normal one is Lestrade. Well, at least I think that he is normal." John and Mary sat there on the couch listening to the sounds of the night. It was so peaceful; it seemed like a normal life.

"I worry about him to." Mary said.

"I really don't want to lose him. Not again. As weird as it sounds. He is like my other half." John whispered.

"I know. And I promise you that I will protect him, when ether I can."

"No Mary. I want you to stay safe, no matter what. I need you. Our child needs you." John touched Mary belly and took her in for a hug. "Promise me, please"

"Promise." She whispered into his ear.