Uhm.. hello.. I am terribly sorry for this long break. To be honest: It wasn't that I didn't have the material, but, well, there were lots of personal problems, which are still not quite sorted out, and additionally I got very ill today and my head feels like it's going to explode.. Also the fact that I get absolutely no feedback any more makes it kinda uninteresting for me to write and translate :/ I'd really wish for some Reviews. If you like it - tell me. If you don't - tell me! Else I feel as if I'm writing for nothing..
SO! Enough complaining. Try to have fun with the chapter ;)
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John opened his eyes, contentedly noticing the slow, calm breath from the still sleeping detective. Softly he began running his fingers through the almost black curls, trying not to wake Sherlock.

His body filled with luck he closed his eyes to just be in this moment. It was true: It's the best thing that could have happened to him. May he be cold or may he not – in the end it was the man that he had fallen in love with in the first place. And he was still thankful because he had finally revealed to him, who he had been all this time.

He suddenly felt the hand hand that was laying on his chest move again, running up to his neck.

"Slept well?" he asked the younger short and quietly.

"Slept longer and better then all those last years." he replied contentedly, placing soft kisses on John's chest before looking up at him.

They looked at each other lovingly and time and space seemed to blur away. They felt free and carefree as if nothing but them existed any more.

Sherlock moved up to eye level with John ran his hand from his his cheek into the soft, blond hair as John placed his hand on his partners cheek and gently stroke the prominent bone.

Now and then they kissed tenderly.

"So, are you going to move back in here?" Sherlock asked quietly.

"I'm not sure if that would be too good for you. You only just 'came back to live' and shouldn't you settle in here again first? Especially if you've decided to make a difference for yourself.." John said soft and caring.

"Hearing you talk like that I actually do get the feeling of having a lot ahead of me – at least with that." he admitted slightly ashamed.

"You're doing better than you think. You laugh, you care, you...love" he said with a light chuckle "and you even seem to be ashamed, just a little bit? I fell in love with you because you are who you are. Changing you is not my intention – even though I always was happy when you treated me more kindly than most people." he smiled warmly.

Sherlock quickly pressed a soft kiss to his lips. /His way of saying 'thank you'/ the older thought amused, kissed back and then freed himself from his partner.

Quietly he spoke "I should go check my mobile. I think Mary left me a couple of messages.."

"But you already answered her when we had breakfast." the detective grumbled.

"Sherlock.. In those last two years I really wasn't very good. She'll need a while to understand that she doesn't have to worry as much any more." he explained a little depressed.

The younger didn't answer any more, just lowered his look. John realised, that he probably felt guilty and gave him another reassuring, loving kiss. Then he got up, dressed and sat down in his armchair with his mobile.

3 new messages and 1 missed call

John sighed. He was glad to have a friend like Mary, but he wished she would stop mothering him that much. He had started getting away from being worryingly bad half a year ago and still she always wanted to know precisely where and how he was. It was kind of cute however. Since they met she'd always been trying to distract entertain him. Did she maybe think he would want kill himself? At least that would be an explanation for why she was giving him her constant attention. When she had moved in with him after her break-up with her former boyfriend she tried to spend as much time as possible with him outside of work. Well, 'outside of work' was rather relative since they worked together.

The thought of having to go to work the next day he quickly dismissed, wanted to enjoy the remaining time of his last day off.

He read Mary's messages, which basically only consisted of the questions "When will you get home again?" and "Shall I cook dinner?" as well as the statement "I don't think it does you good spending so much time with him!"

John laid back his head on the chairs back and rolled it over to look in the direction of the bedroom where he saw Sherlock getting dressed. "Any objections in my staying over tonight?" he asked the younger without really thinking about it.

"We lived together until two years ago, why should it bother me now?" the detektive answered in his typical 'what-a-stupid-question'-tone.

"It was you, who told me he didn't want to move back in just yet to give me some time."

"I know. It's just this night. I have to go to work again tomorrow and would like to spend the rest of the day enjoying and missing you definitely isn't on my list of favourite enjoyable activities." Sherlock had come to the living room by now and stood behind John, bowed down to him, laid his arms around his shoulders and kissed him lovingly. The older laid his arms around the tall man's neck and then heard a "I can absolutely understand that – I wouldn't want to miss me for long either." from his mouth.

As John smirked they kissed again sweetly before Sherlock went into the kitchen to heat water in the kettle. Meanwhile John informed Mary about staying over in Baker Street for that nigh and then watched Sherlock clean up their dishes from breakfast. The doctor was shocked by the fact that Sherlock was cleaning up, but then concluded that he probably did that to re-establish his own chaotic order.

How he could still see any order in this chaos was still a riddle for John to solve, but then again, almost everything with Sherlock was. There was still so much he didn't understand, but he didn't necessarily have to. Most of his boyfriend's quirks he probably developed in his childhood and he certainly did not want to ask about that – if he wanted to, Sherlock would tell him himself. That's the case with John himself, too. Sherlock didn't know much about his childhood either, on the other hand he could probably deduce most of it from the doctor's behaviour, lifestyle and personal belongings. In this case John didn't envy Sherlock's ability in the slightest because past was something one should talk about oneself.

His mobile's vibration had John jump out of his thoughts. He read a reply from Mary.

4.36 pm | Alright.. But since you don't have anything left there, I'll bring some clothes and something for you to eat. You told me he wasn't eating too much, but at least you should eat sufficiently! M

4.37 pm | You worry too much about me, Mary, I'm fine. Thank you nonetheless for bringing some stuff around. JW

Mary will be over shortly to bring me some stuff." he explained to Sherlock, who was busy checking on his last abandoned experiment.

An annoyed moan made its way through the flat, then he threw away the results. It had become useless.

"Was that one for Mary or the experiment?" he asked a little angry.

"It wasn't for my decomposed experiment, John. I am very surprised that you of all people don't notice – it's so very obvious!" Sherlock answered in a huff.

"That I don't notice what? That you treat Mary like a total jerk? She's my best friend, Sherlock!"

"There was a time when I was your best friend, John!" he replied bitterly.

"But... Wait... Are you jealous?" John said in amusement. Sherlock turned away from him and used the boiled water to make tea.

John got up, stood besides Sherlock, took the utensils from his hand and lay them back down on the counter. Now that his boyfriend looked at him again, John saw the obvious hurt of the younger man.

He talked to him softly and quietly, almost whispering "But you are so much more than my best friend! Thanks to you I could walk again, my hand isn't shaking any more and my nightmares were replaced by you. You brought me back into a civilian life that might not be any less.. spontaneous than that of a soldier, but at least a lot more fulfilled. Even more: You gave me clarity about who I am. You are my best friend and my boyfriend and there never was, never will be, anyone more important than you, Sherlock!"

Sherlock's eyes suggested surprise and luck and it took him just a few seconds to fall for those gray-blue eyes and lowered himself towards them slowly. Their kiss was gentle and loving. Sherlock threw his arms around John, who placed his hands in Sherlock's hips and then embraced him relaxedly.