I hope you all like this chapter. I thought it turned out okay.
The guards let go of Sherlock and left the room. The older Homes smiled and the younger one just stood there wondering what the deal his brother was proposing would be.
"So, you agree to make a deal." It was a statement and not a question.
"It better be good otherwise I'll beat you to death," Sherlock said in a deathly tone. Mycroft just giggled a little.
"Do you love John?" He asked to his younger brother eager to know the answer.
"I do."
"You do what?"
"I love him!" Sherlock yelled frustrated but truthfully. "I love John Watson." It felt right to say it. It felt good and Sherlock realized he truly loved John.
Mycroft let out a sigh. He wasn't happy about the situation but he loved his brother. If Sherlock felt love for the doctor then John had done what even Mycroft couldn't do. John taught Sherlock how to love. If Sherlock could love John then maybe one day he'd love his brother too. But, the question still standing was 'does John love Sherlock?' The older Holmes smiled at his brother and got a glare back.
"If John admits that he loves you then I will give him back to you." Sherlock's eyes widened. Sherlock wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't even sure if John felt that way about him. How would Mycroft even figure out if John loved him but then Sherlock quickly remembered that it was Mycroft and that the man could get any information anywhere.
"Deal," Sherlock agreed. He had no choice but to agree because this was the only chance he had left to get John back.
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John lay there with his eyes closed and tears running down his cheeks. He waited to for the knife Mycroft held to his throat start to slice. He waited and waited and finally the pressure from the knife was gone.
"You and Sherlock have a very promising future. Don't disappoint me." John opened his eyes but before he had a chance to get up a needle slid in to his arm and for a moment he thought of the worst. His body relaxed like the other times and he closed his eyes for sleep he knew wouldn't come but this time it did. Darkness encircled him and he fell in to a deep sleep.
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John woke up confused. He looked around and realized that he was in a very familiar environment. He got up and like usual he headed straight for the bathroom. He wasn't sure why people always had to use the bathroom in the morning but he guessed it was because they sleep for so long.
He walked in to the kitchen passing Sherlock who was, like usual, sprawled out on the couch bored out of his mind. John started to make tea for Sherlock and himself. He glanced at the newspaper.
"Sherlock, is this the right date?" John asked in confusion.
"Hm?" Sherlock asked.
"The paper Sherlock, It's as if I missed a few days." John was confused. He thought back to what he did yesterday. He had a long day at work and the last thing he remembered was walking home. But according to the paper it would have been days ago not yesterday.
"You didn't miss anything John," Sherlock explain in an annoyed voice as if John was an idiot. "You've been sick and haven't been out of your room in days."
"Have I?" John wondered but decided it did make sense and turned back to making the tea.
There suddenly was heat on his neck, breathing. He whirled around to find Sherlock very close to him. The shorter man was quickly pulled close to the taller one. They embraced in a long deep hug. Sherlock brought his face down to the doctors and they kissed without even thinking. John was surprised that he didn't feel weird about this sudden affection from Sherlock. It felt right and although John didn't know what had gotten in to his flatmate but then again it could be that Sherlock was worried about him when he was sick.
They pulled apart. John looked into Sherlock's eyes finding that there was emotion there. Not any emotion he had seen in his friend before, it was love.
"I love you," John found himself saying it but made no attempt to take it back.
"I love you too," Sherlock said which surprised John. The detective wrapped his arms around the doctor and they had a long passionate kiss.
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"Mycroft," Sherlock said as he got John dressed. He thought about the things he saw on the camera. Mycroft holding a knife to John's throat and John confessing his love. When Sherlock had heard John's confession he knew it was real because the man thought he was going to die anyway.
"I'll have you and John escorted back to your flat," Mycroft said in his regular businesslike voice.
"Mycroft, do me a favor." His voice was almost pleading. The older Holmes looked at this brother. He was actually pleading.
"What is it?" Mycroft was concerned.
"Make him forget what happened to him these past few days." A tear came down the detective's cheek and he held the blonde close to his chest in his arms. "I know you can do it. Please, just make him forget." His brother looked at him as he ran his hand through John's hair.
"Okay Sherlock," Mycroft said softly. "I'll make him forget."
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I'm a little sad that this is over. I really enjoyed writing it but all things must end.
