*SORRY! I'M SO FUCKING SORRY YOU GUYS! But I'm back for the 10th chapter! I just heard a great song that made me think of Sherlock and Phynix. It's from the new Breaking Dawn movie. It's A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. Go check it out and tell me it doesn't make you think of them…

Chapter 10

Look, I wanted to stay off the case, I really did. It's just that, Holmes and John would go off every single morning after breakfast to research and investigate, leaving me to my studies and Shakespeare. Things were tense the first week I home.

Johnny hadn't really discussed his feelings about Holmes, and they hadn't been allowed to discuss the investigation with me, which basically left me in the dark.

One late afternoon, Holmes walked into my room as I stared out the window obliviously.

He laughed as I whipped around, startled by his heavy footsteps.

"Been busy today?" He asked, slipping off his boots.

I rolled my eyes as I turned back to my place on the stoop. "I took a nap, but that's about all."

Sherlock smirked, then sat down on the sill next to me.

"I'm sorry Phini." He sighed and I took his hand.

"It's not your fault." I shook my head hastily. "I'm the one that had gotten myself shot."

Sherlock leaned in and kissed me.

I sighed glumly. "I hate school." I looked over at him. "And Shakespeare, it pains me to say."

Sherlock laughed, shaking his head and taking me into his arms.

"You know, Shakespeare is a man of love." He winked, kissing me deeply.

Suddenly, my legs were wrapped around Holmes. He kissed me hard, trying to guide himself and I over to the bed.

I ran my hands through his hair. "Come get me…"

He chuckled, running his hands down my waist.

A knock came at the door and Holmes almost flew to the other side of the room.

John came in smiling as I fiddled with a page in a book I'd pick from the floor.

"Phini! Thought we'd go out for dinner, hm?" I smiled up at my brother.

"Sounds great, Johnny. I'll just get my coat. Holmes?"

Sherlock shook his head. "I have to do some late research, actually. You two go. Have fun."

He kissed my head and made his way towards his office.

Johnny turned back to me and smiled. "Well looks as though I have some bonding time with my sister."

I giggled and picked my boots and coat off the floor.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

I looked around the bar and smiled, feeling like I was home, as I used to live above a bar in Ireland.

I sighed, then breathed in the sweet smell of alcohol.

"Home…" I whispered.

John looked around, making a face. "Phini, we could have gone to a restaurant." He whispered in my ear.

I rolled my eyes at my brother, who had been used to Britain's quality seating and separate areas from the low-lifers.

"Johnny, don't be such a baby." I slipped off my coat and hung it up, then made my way to the counter.

"Two of your finest scotch, sir." I smiled a bit and the bartender nodded.

"So… how's life, then, Phini?" John said with taking a seat next to me.

I bat my eyes and laughed, shaking my head. "Alright, Johnny… how's Mary?"

John nodded slowly. "She's still mad at me for kicking Holmes out, but she'll come round, right?"

I nodded. "Of course. She loves you John."

He laughed into his glass. "I'm glad you think that."

I shook my head and smiled. "Think? No, Johnny. I know. I see it in her eyes. It's the same look I give Sherlock."

I bit my lip and looked back to my glass. "Do you approve of him? Of us?"

I heard a sigh and the glass touching his lips. "I could… in the future."

I looked at the wall blankly. "What's so bad about him? I don't… see it."

John turned, but I didn't. "That's the problem, Phini. You always see the good in people. Some people don't deserve that gift, alright? Holmes is-"

I turned. "He's taken care of me, Johnny. I've taken care of him. It's… it's like I've known him forever. Don't you feel like that when you're with Mary? Hm? Doesn't she give you butterflies when she looks you in the eyes? You feel like you can tell her anything, because you trust her with your life. You tell them you'll love them for a thousand years, when really you mean forever? Please, John. Don't act like it's any different for Sherlock and I."

I pressed my lips together as John closed his eyes. He knew he was wrong, but why couldn't he just admit it?

He took a sip of scotch. "It's just that… I've seen you trust people and get hurt so many times, Phynix. I wanna just take you and lock you up so no one else can hurt you."

I put a hand on his shoulder and smiled. "John, I know you're my brother, but you're only a few years older. We aren't school children anymore, alright? I'm going to get hurt, but… that's just what happens, and I've learned from it, I promise I have." My eyes fluttered just as my heart did. "Sherlock is my final, John. There's no after, after him."

John smirked and ran a hand over my hair, just as he did when we were younger. "Well look at us, Phini. All grown up, making life decisions. Like adults, I must add."

We laughed a bit. I was very glad my brother and I had time to talk… it'd seemed like forever and a day since I'd actually had a real conversation with him. The last time we 'talked', it turned into a yelling battle. We were going back to normal, us two.