AN: Hey,
I've been really bad with the updates recently so I decided to do you guys a lovely long one which I hope you'll enjoy, reviews and everything are lovely (even if they are to tell me what I've done wrong) and I hope you're all having a good easter!
Love,
Jess x
Sherlock was quite possibly nervous for the first time in his life. Hours of meticulous planning had finally come to fruition as he pulled up outside the Holmes' abode in a lush borrowed car. John was out the door within moments, sliding into the back seat with Sherlock, taking his hand.
"Hello love" John smiled at him, slightly apprehensive of what this evening may entail, Greg seemed slightly too happy early this evening. Now seven had rolled around and John was finally on the date.
"So, where to first?" John asked.
Sherlock smirked. "It's a surprise love…." Sherlock smiled, watching John try and figure out what was happening.
The car dashed through the streets of London, parking just outside Angelo's. Throughout the journey John had stared out the window happily, only briefly commentating or asking questions regarding their date, now it seemed perfectly sensible to go to Angelo's. John grinned, remembering the first time the two of them had eaten there, remembering his stubborn assertion that he wasn't Sherlock's date.
"Is it time to make amends for a mistake here Sherlock?" John pondered
Sherlock laughed, "I'm impressed you remembered."
John smiled. "Of course I remembered it silly..." He lightly punched his date on the arm. "I'm impressed that you did though…. Wouldn't have thought it important enough to escape 'deletion'" he smirked. Sherlock only smiled as they walked into the restaurant hand in hand, astonishing Angelo. They sat down at their usual table as Angelo placed several candles on the table with a quizzical look.
"Yes, I am his date. Finally." John smiled.
Both John and Sherlock ate, indulging in the fine food and wine, enjoying each other's company and going back over old cases, old tales and the highlights of the last four and a half years.
"Remember the time you went on the tube with your harpoon covered in blood?"
"Remember that time you found a head in the fridge?"
"Remember that time you put a head in the fridge?"
"Well it wasn't me who shot a cabbie."
"Did we ever find out Lestrade's division?"
"Remember how Molly used to fancy you?"
"Remember how Sarah used to fancy you?"
"Remember when you took me hostage?"
Soon the conversation went slightly deeper as they finished dessert. John pushed his plate away and nonchalantly pondered aloud.
"Remember the time when I got kidnapped by Moriarty in the swimming pool?"
Sherlock half smiled. "How could I forget… You covered in bombs…"
John laughed, "You, stripping me off in a darkened swimming pool… No wonder people talked."
"You, jumping onto Moriarty in an effort to save me." Sherlock stared intently at his date as he spoke. "I guess I never thanked you for that."
John smiled. "You don't need to… I love you Sherlock."
"I love you too John." Sherlock smirked.
Eventually they left the restaurant, waving goodbye to a very happy Angelo who was telling anyone who would listen "I told you so."
The two men got back into the car, Sherlock pulling on John's hand, cuddling him in the back of the car. They sped through London once more, Sherlock beaming. He still grinned as the car began to slow down and John's face fell into an expression of puzzlement.
"Sherlock… Why are we here?" John was incredibly confused as the two of them got out of the car and walked up towards St Bart's hospital hand in hand. Sherlock simply winked and started to lead John down into the morgue.
"The morgue? Seriously? Sherlock, as much as I do indeed love you, I don't think a morgue is exactly romantic." John was baffled as Sherlock opened the door in front of him and pulled him gently into the lab section.
Earlier that day, the morgue had contained several dead bodies and was quite possibly the least romantic place in the entirety of London. By the night, it had been transformed using candles, flowers and other romantic regalia, creating something that even by Mycroft's high standards was beautiful.
"Sherlock…" John breathed, seeing the morgue lab in all its beauty. "Did you really do all this?"
Sherlock smiled. "I had a little help…. Do you know why we are here John? Why that for the scene of our first date, we are in a morgue laboratory?" John shook his head, watching Sherlock walk around the lab.
"This is where we first met. You limped in here and you limped straight into my life, if you pardon the cliché." He paused, taking in John's reaction. "We've spent a lot of time together here in this hospital, either with my many injuries or you occasionally working, or just spending time with each other on cases, every moment spent together special and treasured in my heart. No moment that I have had with you has ever been deleted. Ever. Even when we sat for hours on end in silence, I couldn't bare deleting those memories. They were what kept me sane, kept me fighting when I thought I might have lost you."
John remained speechless.
Sherlock continued. "I know it seems horribly clichéd but I really can't imagine life without you now John. You're a part of me. You balance me out John, without you I can't function. I love you, so much. Until the end of my days I will love each and every part of you, unreservedly and forever. Sherlock paused, seeing John beaming back at him, he continued.
"I love your eyes. I love your voice, I love the way you cheer me up in the morning, I love how you can't use a self check out! I love how you've always been there to pick up the pieces and how you love me unconditionally, even no one else did. You fixed me."
Sherlock walked straight up to John and stood in front of him. "So these are just a few of the reasons why I want to ask you this." Keeping his eyes locked with John's he slowly got down on one knee.
"John Hamish Watson, will you marry me?"
