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I try falling asleep but I can't. A tiny, hopeful voice inside me asks me to wait. Maybe Sherlock was busy with the thieves? He did say he loved us (although in a very albeit manner). I decide to wait until Sherlock returns. I would decide then. No need to get so depressed. There would be time for that later.

After reading our conversation again (for the fifth time), I decide to find out when Sherlock's birthday was. He deserved the attention he gave me. He literally told me that he loved attention.

The fraility of a genius, John. It needs an audience.

Maybe attention was the way to win his heart? I get up, determined to show that I cared for him.

I try to think like Sherlock. Sherlock's voice greets me at once.

List the likely sources where you'll find what you need

That was easy. Birth certificate, hospital records and driving license. Or I could ask Mycroft. He did owe me one after the fall. I decide against it. I didn't want Mycroft in between me and Sherlock

Get to the source(s)

How? I had no idea where Sherlock kept his stuff. It was very likely he threw them away in a fit of "My house is like a hard-drive". It was possible that they were in his room.

I go down to make myself a cup of tea. I see his wallet on the sofa. What luck! I eagerly open it to see his license. It must have been his license when he was a teenager. I couldn't stop a small giggle that came out when I saw his picture.

William Sherlock Scott Holmes

Interesting.

Date of Birth: 15th January XXXX

15th January? I still had a month to go. I call Molly.

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*Notification*

Message not sent

Sherlock, what are you doing?

Come to the Diogenes Club. NOW.

"Mycroft" I growl. How dare he intercept my mail?

I see red. I've never hated Mycroft more. How dare he interfere again in my life? This was one of the most important decisions of my life. I hate him. I swear he'll pay for this. I knew what was coming. He'll send men to kidnap me if I don't go to him. This had happened before.

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MYCROFT! I calm myself, being emotional does not help any scenario, especially one that included Mycroft. Emotions betray you and I wasn't about to lower my defenses in front of one of the sharpest people alive. Not that it mattered, he knew I loved John now. Something, I tried really hard to avoid. Mycroft's interference had burned out more relationships than I can count. I wonder if my interference destroyed relationships…especially those of John's. I must apologize. I realize now how it feels like.

I tell my client that I had to go. He nods, after all, he does have twelve guards of his own. I walk out of the bank, being careful as not to let the thieves see me. I see a black car waiting for me. I hop in. Slyvia (Anthea's real name) greets me. She has had a crush on Mycroft from a really long time. I wonder how Mycroft could have been so blind. Was I blind to certain things too?' SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHS

By the time I reach the Diogenes club, I already deduced how the conversation would go like.

"Sherlock" he would greet, his eyes saying it all. You are ordinary. Just like the others. He looks a little disappointed.

I would look at him, irritated. Not that I would admit, Mycroft's opinion always mattered to me because it was the truth.

"It won't be like that. John would never do that to me" I reply.

He would then look at me in a superior way. Like he pitied me.

"Mycroft. You once told me to find out what I truly loved and then to pursue it. I am."

"I was talking about a career, Sherlock! Loving people is the most chaotic thing you can think of. It is the most unpredictable way of living your life! Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock!" he would be practically yelling.

"YOU MUST CARE ABOUT SOMETHING! WHAT IS THE POINT OF LIFE?" I would yell in return.

"You need to love something, Sherlock. But people?" he would say, in a last attempt to dissuade me verbally.

"Trust me Mycroft, I tried. I really really tried. He's seen me and has still decided to stay. Isn't that enough?" I curse the fact that this was the only evidence I could present. I plead. I know that if I don't convince Mycroft, he was perfectly capable of sending John to a different continent, maybe even Antarctica and there would be nothing I could do about it.

"You talk like a child. Seeing you isn't enough. That only makes him a friend. I don't want to clean up after the mess this will create. Forget him. For God's sakes, stop acting like a love-struck teenager"

His jab irritates me further. I realize how it looked like to him.

"You know what? Let's cut a deal. If John loves me, you don't interfere anymore. If he doesn't, I'll be the best man to his wedding."

"Love? Of course he does not. He may have a crush on you but that will fade away. Everything fades away, Sherlock. Especially human emotions."

A text noise interrupts my wanderings.

I accept your deal. Get your best man speech ready –MH

He truly was the British Government.

How will you decide if John loves me or not? – SH

Leave that to me, brother mine. – MH

See what emotion has done to you? You are texting sensitive information. Ugh! –MH

I wonder what Mycroft has planned. Whatever it was, I better wrap up warm.

There's an east wind coming.

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A/N: I know, I know it's a filler kinda chapter. So, how do you test someone loves you? Open to suggestions. Reviews are love! Let me know what you think!

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