I look around an blink stupidly at Sherlock who has stopped talking and stares at me worried. I ignore the heat of tea and sting of minuscule slices and stand up walking to the kitchen to grab a broom. I sweep up the mess and use a washcloth on the tea, Sherlock doesn't move, the whole time staring at the oddity that had jut occurred.

"Is there something you need to tell me John?" He asks.

"No," I am very confused in all of this. "Why are you staring at me?" I ask walking back to the kitchen to put the broom away. At this point my leg cramps, I lurch violently into the table shoving half of an experiment onto the floor and banging my hip. I clench my teeth as I struggle to stand up my leg inert and pain all through my head. Sherlock swoops down on me and helps me stand, he hefts my weight up and carries me as he had on the night of the cab. I don't protest. He brings me swiftly to my room and sets me down gently on the bed pulling the covers over me. He closes the blinds and quiets me with a finger over his mouth a smile playing on his lips.

"Stay with me?" I ask getting shivers as he waved his consent, and glided over. I scoot over and open the covers to let him slide in beside me.

"I'm still wearing a sheet you know." He points out smiling at me, I respond by blushing furiously. "Also it is hardly a good time for a nap, I've been working up to a lead on that rope." Snuggling up in the cold blankets I take a minute to just look at Sherlock. I stare at him as I had on the night he returned to me, completely ignoring what he had just pointed out. I look at his soft black curls and the sharp curve of cheeks, the slope of his nose and the pink of his lips. Sherlock stares back at me and our eyes meet, I smile nervously until he joins me in nervous smiles and flickering gazes. He laughs in his beautiful baritone and I'm melting in his gaze, he slides closer and pulls me close. I fall into his shape fitting perfectly, we stay like this until I lift my head so I was looking at him again, I trace his face with my trembling fingers and he keeps his eyes locked to mine. I don't know who started it, but I knew it was perfect. We kissed and when his soft lips collided with mine I knew all was right with the world. I take a deep breath and open my yes and take a breath or lips still centimeters apart. I kiss him again, this time far more passionate, I kiss him as if I was dying. He kisses me with a sad defeat and longing that I did know could have existed behind this sad tired eyes.

"Would we have been doing this if you hadn't had to leave?" I ask pulling away slowly and opening my eyes to make sure Sherlock was still there. His eyes a few inches from mine answered with a yes.

"How about I play for you? You stay in here though, I'll play you to sleep. It seems the average humans' problems are usually caused by sleep deprivation anyway. A good nap would do anyone good." I unwrap myself from him and he glides away the sheet still wrapped around his waist. I hear a sad melody escaping from his room and the insomniac in me is quieted as I fall asleep slowly floating away.

My eyes snap open waking up for no reason at all. "Back again so soon?" Moriarty asks. My response consists of many curses and a burst of adrenaline. I test the ropes that were holding me back from fierce blows aimed at his sneering face. I clench my teeth and grimace at the circling shark.

"Going to say something dear? How had it been? This is all real you know, Sherlock is dead. I made sure of that." His laugh sounds like nails on a chalkboard as I hold back furious tears. I feel a sharp pain in my bursting head while everything goes black. I slump forward before my eyes snap open again a sheen of cold sweat covering my trembling body and I alone force a whisper of his name.
"Sherlock ..."