AN: Okay as promised a nice long chapter. Thank you to all my lovely readers, you are my inspiration... alright, you and Sherlock. Because lets face it, without him this story would not be possible.

SH/JW

The next afternoon saw the three men on the road once again. This time their destination was not nearly so far as it had been the day before, and John was eagerly anticipating their arrival. They were on their way to the farm that he and Sherlock were going to live at from now on. He had been shown estate agent photos at breakfast when the nice young man who was their agent had joined them for the final signatures on his paperwork.

'Iain,' Sherlock's soft voice brought him out of his ruminations and back to the present.

'Yes?'

He motioned up the road ahead of them. 'There it is.'

It was lovely. A charming looking two story brick and stone farm house with ivy creeping up the garden wall and a matching horse shed standing behind it. He felt his breath leave his lungs in a gush. 'Oh my. That is fantastic.'

He was the first out of the car as it stopped, practically running to the front door. 'This is ours?' he called back over his shoulder to Sherlock and Greg.

Greg laughed behind him and replied, 'Key's under the mat Iain, if you wanted to go ahead.'

'Heddwyn?'

With only a slight hesitation his Dom answered him. 'Go on.'

'I will thank you.' With a wide grin, he knelt and lifted the mat. Sure enough there was a shiny silver key laying there. Scooping it up, he let the mat fall back into its place. Fitting the key to the lock he hurried to unlock the door.

Beyond was a good sized sitting room filled with comfortable looking furniture, and if he were not mistaken their sofa and his own chair from 221B, as well as Sherlock's. The chairs were in their customary places before the rather large fireplace. He smiled at this. Home had come to them it had seemed. Moving past this all he headed right, into the open hallway. Just to the left were the stairs to the first floor and to his right the open door to a study, already filled with their desks and books. Two more doors on the left were probably a loo and a closet he figured. The hallway opened into a dining room and beyond that the kitchen.

Turning back he smirked. Time to see where they'd be sleeping, a house like this had to have at least two or three bedrooms and perhaps even one or two attic rooms.

To his pleasure he found that the first floor hid not only three small bedrooms, but a fourth. The fourth would be the largest, so he figured that that would be his and Sherlock's room then. He couldn't help but grin as he heard the others walking around talking downstairs. Oh and wouldn't his Dom be pleased to find him ready tonight in their bedroom. He sighed happily as he opened to door and saw the large bed covered in crisp white sheets that had definitely come from Sherlock's room at Baker Street. Perfect.

'Iain?'

John hurried back to the stairs and scrambled down them. 'Yes Sher… Heddwyn?' He had nearly called him Sherlock again. He would have to find a punishment for that later. He was doubtful that his Master would be quite ready for that sort of thing just yet. Best to start him slow, especially given his reaction to what had happened at the petrol station. But regardless of the slip up, Sherlock was smiling softly at him, and his heart warmed. Perhaps only a very mild punishment then, he was always up for that. Kneeling with a blindfold on all night perhaps, or banishment to another room for the night? He very much doubted that Sherlock had any toys for him to use at this point, so many things were out until he could order a few for his Dom. He needed to see what the other man would be up for first after all.

'How do you like the house?'

He smiled brightly, trying to relieve the vaguely worried look that was on Sherlock's face. 'It's perfect.' He looked over at Greg. 'Will you be staying here tonight, or do you need to get back to London?'

'I'm staying for a few more days.' He shrugged, 'I'm officially on Holiday, so it would look strange if I came back today.' With a sigh he fell back to sit on the sofa. 'Sally will be bringing your new laptops with her day after tomorrow, after she gets off shift. She'll take me back with her.'

His brows drew together in confusion. 'What about the car?'

'Yours.' He tossed the keys to Sherlock. 'Consider it a wedding present from the rest of the Lestrade family. To warn you, Mum's already planning on coming down for a summer visit, along with Aunt Alice. Can't let Great-Uncle Clive's only son alone, even if he's a newlywed.'

Sherlock rolled his eyes at this, sitting heavily next to Greg. 'Why did I let you talk me into joining your family Greg?'

Greg laughed, seemingly at the thought that he could ever talk Sherlock into anything. 'Because in order for you to become Heddwyn all we had to do was delete a death certificate and forge a few education records. Good thing for us he was so close to your age and died so young of illness, or this would never have worked.'

'Illness?'

Greg met John's eyes, a somewhat sorrowful tinge in his otherwise happy eyes. 'Complications from pneumonia at age ten. Early enough that he didn't have many friends, but old enough that family members vaguely recall him if asked. Great-Uncle Clive died about ten years ago, so he's not around to dispute any of it.'

'Ah. Heddwyn, would you like me to get you anything? Greg?' When both men shook their heads in the negative, he knelt by Sherlock's feet, resting comfortably on his heels.

'John?'

He looked up at his own and smiled again. 'Yes?'

Sherlock opened his mouth as if to speak, before quickly closing it with a shake of his head. The poor man had no idea of what to make of this, did he? He would be fun to train into a proper Dom. He was already forceful enough outside the bedroom, now John knew that he'd have to train him into bringing that out in a not so platonic way in the bedroom. It was time to teach him that sex could be fun, especially when there was domination involved, and the occasional riding crop.

SH/JW

AN2: Question for you all, please PM or Review with your vote, or vote on Iain MacDougal-Lestrade's Facebook page...

While in hiding should Sherlock become a professional violinist, bee keeper, or voice actor?

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