A/N: Beware the twist. x

Sherlocks PoV

The kiss really took him off guard, he didn't respond for a whole 7.5 seconds before he melted into the kiss wrapping his arms around John's neck. John moaned, twining his fingers in his hair. Sherlock shivered at the touch, his scalp had always been sensitive. John's tongue licked along his bottom lip asking for entrance, he happily obliged.

They're kissing was heated, both men exploring each others mouths an occasional moan escaping, neither knowing who it was half the time. Finally they pulled away, light headed, lips red and swollen. Sherlock thought John looked particularly attractive all hot and bothered and he laughed silently to himself.

Sherlock spotted John sporting an impressive erection, soon enough John saw him staring and slinked off to the bathroom, but not before noticing Sherlock's arousal and lay across the couch, and touched his lips thoughtfully one question whirring through the many gears in his brain.

Do I love John?

Thinking back to before he had met him, how he had just gotten over drugs and he would whizz through cases like a machine. He cringed, John had said that to him once. He thought how during the years he was away he was counting down to the very seconds he would be able to see him again.

Sherlock took him on every case now and always waited until John was available before even texting Lestrade back with his reply. He loved the way John's eyes sparkled when he laughed or smiled. Or when he would compliment Sherlock a look of pride in his eyes. He loved John's ridiculous jumpers, and he thought John's small obsession with jam was cute, tea was never the same as John's

John's emotions were especially dear to Sherlock, when he killed the cabby just a few hours after they had met or when he tried to stop Sherlock from jumping, or his speech at his tombstone; also today when he had saved him from Moriarty almost dying for him.

He never once since they had met had he thought John was boring or unintelligent, quite the opposite. If he wasn't smart he wouldn't had successfully made it as a doctor, or even made it to Uni to become a doctor. And the army thought he was good enough to handle wounded troops, so obviously he wasn't stupid.

In conclusion he Sherlock Holmes was very in love with John Hamish Watson.

Now how to tell him?

John's PoV

Stepping out of the shower towelling his hair he quickly walked to his room in nothing but a towel. He didn't hear anything clanging so he assumed Sherlock was either in his chair or on the couch. Getting dressed he went downstairs and when Sherlock saw him he hopped up.

"John I have something of utmost importance to tell you."

John sighed, oh Jesus what is it now? Did he blow something up? Melt something with acid? Or is it something about the kiss.

"Okay," he said.

"John Hamish Watson, until you came into my life I never thought I would even experience emotion. But here I am so deeply in love with you it's unreal."

It felt as if John was gonna explode, Sherlock Holmes was in love with him? Ordinary old John Watson, invalid army doctor from Afghanistan. He was pretty sure he was as stiff as stone and his mouthing was opening and closing like a fish, the words not making it past his vocal cords.

"Say something John." Sherlock said looking a bit hurt.

John took a deep breath.

"Sherlock I can't even express how I feel about you in words, but I feel it in my whole body and soul. It find it unreal that you even love me, but what I know is my love for you will never end, even when we're dead." John blushed.

"Way to bring death into our love confessions John," he said in mock anger.

(No on in particular's PoV)

They just looked at each other. They could see the unwavering love shining in each others eyes. They saw the future they were going to have, solving crimes together until their old age stopped them from chasing criminals. They would maybe move out into the country, maybe get a dog and some bees. Someday they would get married sealing their love for each other forever more.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and they both saw the lights and the darks of both their souls shining through to each other. They new each others pasts and hoped they would be together in the future. They stared until they both collapsed on the couch in each others arms just sitting not need to speak a word, silent for the night, soon they drifted off to sleep their future awaiting. It was almost too good to be true...


Sherlock snapped out of it, glancing down at John from the top of St. Barts. The phone clutched to his ear, a single tear streaked down his cheek.

"Goodbye, John." I love you. And he fell.

He fell. And he fell. And he fell, wishing he could've avoided his death, wishing his dream was reality, wishing he really had found a way to fake his death, and in three short years reunite with John and live happily ever after like in a fairy tale.

But fairy tales don't exist.

A/N: I'm sorry. But this is the end. Sorry for the feels of there is any. (Not) Sorry for ending it the way I did. But it was fun working on this fanfiction. Thank you so much to everyone who followed/reviewed/favourited this story, it made me so happy to continue writing!

P.S I'm also currently working on another one or two shot so look out for that one, I promise it won't turn out like this one did...

Farewell friends, until next time. x