AN: Salutations!
Everyone has been so lovely about this fic recently, it makes me happy. Much love to you all, this week especially to The Time Lord's Consultant and Aeroape who have been uber nice therefore gets another mention! Those of you who have tumblr, you can drop in prompts for this in my ask (.com/ask) or just general love/hate :D
I love you all very much and Happy Easter!
Jess x
The next few weeks fell as a blur whilst Sherlock revealed his existence to the rest of the world, both him and John resuming their websites. John made a triumphant blog post about how alive Sherlock actually was, enjoying the comments and joyous celebration from their fans. The 'Believe in Sherlock' graffiti was sprayed across London once more, deerstalker sales rising. Returning to cases was Sherlock's second highlight (after discovering that his love for his flatmate was requited, that featured pretty highly in Sherlock's book, it even had its own room in the mind palace.)
He and John walked into Scotland Yard, giving Donovan and Anderson a curt glare as they walked past their office. Striding into Lestrade's office was not as satisfying as Sherlock had hoped as he managed to walk in on Mycroft and 'Greggie' idly staring into each other's eyes.
"Oh get a room you two." Sherlock pouted. "This is meant to be my day…"
Lestrade and Mycroft glared at the detective then smiled as his blogger walked in and cooed.
"Oh Sherlock, be nice love." John half heartedly chastised.
"Love?" Donovan had taken this time to walk into Lestrade's office. "Don't tell me that freak here actually got himself a boyfriend?"
Sherlock looked as if he was going to answer her wittily and scathingly so John did the next best thing. He walked up to Sherlock, stood up on tip-toe and kissed Sherlock lightly on the lips.
"That he has Sally, that he has." With that, John triumphantly walked out of the office, leaving four shocked faces in his wake.
Later that week, John and his Sherlock were sitting in the flat; both snuggled up on the sofa together watching a film when John posed a few questions.
"Sherlock?" He asked, resting his head on the detective's shoulder.
"Hm? Yes John?" Sherlock smiled down at his … Well there wasn't really a fitting title in Sherlock's eyes for John. 'Boyfriend' just reeked of teenage girls, 'Lover' insinuated things that hadn't even been breached. In his mind palace, John was just 'John.' His John.
The doctor, unaware of Sherlock's inner commentary, pondered a thought aloud. "Do you think we should go on an actual *date*?"
Sherlock was quiet for a moment. "A date? As in restaurants and musicals?"
John smiled. "Well, that is what is usually defined as a date."
Sherlock looked puzzled for a moment then smiled. "Yes. Tomorrow."
John looked confused but laughed. "Why all the rush?"
Sherlock smiled a very coy smile. "Well If I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret, would it?"
With that, Sherlock bounded out the room with a new found nervous energy as John watched confusedly, shrugged then settled back down to watch the end of Love Actually.
Mycroft was used to getting calls at 11pm about his brother, usually from Greggie (which normally turned from calls about Sherlock to calls about how much they loved each other.) However, a call at 11pm from his brother was a terrifying one. His phone rang and Mycroft warily picked it up, as if the receiver was going to turn into a snake at his touch.
"Hello brother-mine. To what do I owe the honour?" Mycroft employed his usual icy tone, a call from Sherlock usually meant that he wanted something.
"Hello Myc! I need a favour."
"As I suspected Sherlock. What is it this time? You're not allowed my ID again."
Sherlock laughed down the phone. "No, this time my intentions are more personal than identifying stolen rabbits."
Mycroft leant forward in his chair, realised he was the living embodiment of a cliché and then leant back. "Sherlock, what do you need?"
"Restaurant reservations, the use of one of your cars for a night, privacy from you and your watchful cameras and lots of candles." Sherlock listed impatiently but with a certain joy in his speech.
Mycroft honestly couldn't figure out what was happening. "May I ask why?"
Sherlock answered. "Simple brother dear, There's going to be a happy announcement at the end of the week!"
