All of my last chapters are always really short. Like I think I have a lot more to say and I never do. Sorry about that. But anywho, here's the conclusion. Hopefully it didn't fall flat. And this story never had smut, did it? Oops. I'll have to go change the rating.

He was surprised when Sherlock's arms wound around his waist after barely a second, and his hands automatically tangled themselves in those curly locks.

Then John pulled his lips away, but was still caught in Sherlock's grip.

Sherlock was breathing hard, looking down at John wildly. "John," he breathed. "John."

And John couldn't breathe either, because he thought he knew what had happened.

"Sherlock?" John asked, trying to crush down the hope swelling in his chest.

"God, John, how could I ever forget you?"

John was breathing like he'd run a mile now. "You—you remember?"

"John, it was horrible. You being gone… You didn't really leave, did you?"

"God, of course not. Why would I want to leave you?"

Sherlock smiled, a real smile. "I don't think I ever understood what I put you through by leaving, not 'til now. I'm sorry."

"Oh, I'm over that. But you deleting me, however…"

Sherlock let go of John, and he already yearned to be back in his arms. "Speaking of which…" Sherlock muttered, and then his face went slack, but he continued to stand there, staring straight above John's head. He knew quickly he'd descended back into his mind palace.

It was another few moments before he opened his eyes. "There's still damage, but some things are fixed."

"Some? Not all?"

"I guess not."

"Then how do we fix it?"

Sherlock smiled again. "I have an idea of that one." Sherlock stepped closer, his eyes burning.

"Now, wait a moment, Sherlock. There's no way… that… was what brought your memory back! It makes no sense!"

"When you rule out the impossible—"

"Yes, yes, the improbable, I know. But Sherlock… you can't just do that for an experiment."

"That's not what I'm doing it for, John."

He held his denial close to him. "Then what?"

"You know what."

"Sherlock… you don't get it. If you're just pretending to get your data…"

"John Watson, just shut up and kiss me already."

And really, John didn't need to hear that past Sherlock's lips more than once. Even though everything in him was telling him this was a dream, or a horrible experiment, he lunged forward and crushed his lips into Sherlock's, leaving Sherlock pressed against the wall. Sherlock squeezed his arms around him tight, as tight as he could, and John did the same. He could lose Sherlock again any moment. He knew that now. He couldn't risk wasting the time he had.

And John somehow thought the kiss would eventually end, but it wasn't. Both Sherlock and John got farther into the moment, and eventually it wasn't just lips meeting, but tongues. Sherlock yanked at John's jumper and John removed it quickly, too lost in what was happening to worry if it was real anymore. Sherlock's shirt was also lost to the floor before they separated, looking each other with pupils dilated.

"John," Sherlock said again. "How've I been living with half my brain gone all this time?"

"I dunno," John panted. "But… are we really going to do this?"

"I want to. God, I want to," Sherlock said, sounding nothing like himself.

"Sherlock…" John said again. "This isn't just a random fuck for me."

Sherlock pushed away from the wall, approaching John. "I know that. It's not for me either."

The last threads John had attached to his denial were beginning to weaken. "You…"

"I knew, from the start, the only real reason I'd delete someone was because I loved them. I fell for them, and then I lost them. I knew that the moment I knew I deleted you, John. I just had to remember the feelings."

"So you…"

"So I'm in love with you? I probably understand it less than you do, but yes, I am. How I, of all people…" he trailed off. "I'm so happy you're back. That I'm back," he added.

John nodded. "Me too." He didn't know what else to say. "Are you going to admit this happened tomorrow?"

"Who do you propose I tell?"

"That's not what I mean."

"I know it's not," Sherlock said, "You're just fun to tease."

"Shut up and kiss me."

Sherlock came forward another step, like he might oblige, and then said, "But you didn't say it back."

"What, that I love you?" John asked.

"Yes, that."

"Does it need saying?"

"You made me say it. So yes, apparently it does."

"Well I do."

"Do what?"

John groaned. "Fine, fine. I love you."

Sherlock grinned. "Yes, I know."

John rolled his eyes. "But I also hate you."

"I know that too. Now shut up and kiss me again."

And John did.

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