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Oh my god, I'm so sorry for not updating for so long, seriously. Nooo. I'm so, so sorry for the long wait and also very sorry for the PMs that are yet to be replied to. This week of school has been hell, I'm sorry. *sniff*

Don't punch me, you didn't have to wait three years until I returned.

"Sherlock, I told you-." Greg stuttered. "Why are you here this early? I told you to come later?"

"Nonetheless, that didn't include the absolute prohibition of it, did it?" Sherlock's lips twitched upwards a bit. "I could see everything,- your eyes." Sherlock pointed. "You're a really bad liar."

"I wouldn't say that."

"You're lying." Sherlock smirked, but his eyes weren't the best liars either. "Your plans were as easily readable as a blank sheet of paper."

Greg rolled his eyes as John coughed quietly, trying to attract attention. A certain person's attention, to be completely honest.

"Oh, John, right." Sherlock's eyes twitched nervously. "Uhm, how are things, you know, how are you- and Sa-S-?"

"Oh, fine." John answered, staring at the floor. How interesting a stain on the carpet can be? Very. "And you?"

"Okay, I guess." Sherlock replied. "I always am."

A silence left a huge gap in the conversation and the room and Greg shuffled awkwardly. "Uh-pff...Should I just leave you two at it?"

"No." Sherlock said panickedly.

"Yes."

Greg exchanged a few irritated looks with them and then sighed. "Oh, well. The customer is the king."

"Customer?" John asked bewilderedly.

"No, no, no. Don't leave me alone, no, please-." Sherlock begged, but Greg was persistent. Deep down he knew that John would have his reasons and probably good ones too. Maybe things should turn out the way they should, for once. For the sake of both of them.

"So-Bye, Sherlock." Greg exclaimed, hurriedly standing up and taking his leave.

Shit. The only appropriate word for this situation. Shit up to his ankles.

"So, Sherlock?" John tried avoiding Sherlock's gaze, but found his way back again every so often. "Uhm..."

"John, I don't want to talk about this, understand?" Sherlock mouth made up a tight line. "I just don't want to. We can talk about the weather, sports or for Christ's sake even fashion if that's your favourite topic, but not... that. Please?"

"No, Sherlock I want to solve this, just so you're aware. We have to- I couldn't stand the thought of us never finding our reconciliation, please." John's throat turned dry like sand.

"So seeking reconciliation, are we?" Sherlock asked, pulling out his hand into John's direction. John took it slowly, the both of them joined in an awkward hand-shake. "Tadaa! Everything settled now."

Sherlock bowed to John, before turning his lanky frame and searching for the exit.

"Sherlock, wait! We- can't let it end like this."

"Can't we? You seemed pretty aware of your actions, or was it just a coincidence that you kissed me?"

"No, I wanted to Sherlock." John's face made a serious expression without his knowing.

"Huh, yeah, sure. As if-" Sherlock went silent for a moment. "You know what; I'll just leave now, alright? You should have thought about this better, you know, before making me think that- you, you loved me." Sherlock's voice went thin, as the emotions tried to find their way into Sherlock's eyes.

Don't show signs of weakness.

"Goodbye, John."

"SHERLOCK!"

Sherlock was already half way through to the cab as John almost trembled over him.

"John, what do you want from me?" Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically at the same time.

"You."

"Well, that's nice, isn't it?" Sherlock grinned despite himself. "What do you really want?"

"I want you, as a whole."

"Oh John, do shut up."

"It's true."

"But what about Sarah, I take it you wouldn't have forgotten her?" Sherlock said, his voice taking a spiteful turn on the word Sarah.

"She's the reason why I am here, really."

"You wanted to say sorry on her behalf? Does she feel 'empathy' for me, John? That Sarah woman?" Sherlock's face spoke of discontent, not being able to arrange himself with that thought.

"No, you have misinterpreted my sentence, we have broken up."

"You have what?"

"Separated?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah, or rather we're on the way of doing so, there are a few things we still have to arrange, but then- off we pop out of marriage."

"And the child?"

"Child? Oh, Hamish is going to stay with me, Irene will stay with Sarah."

"What, you have two children? I thought you merely had a daughter?" Sherlock's facial expression was equivalent to a Klingon's furious one.

"Well... I'm sorry if that didn't really come across that way." John coughed awkwardly.

"So, wait... that means you're free, but you're not?"

"What?"

"You're not with Sarah anymore, but you still have to look after your son." Sherlock said very slowly for the daftest specimen of Johns that had ever populated this planet.

"That's true, but I don't have to look after my son, I want to."

"Do you now?"

"Yes, I do. Oh, don't look at me that way, you know I do."

Sherlock huffed. "Well, so much for that."

"For what?"

"Our opportunity, I thought that maybe I should give you another chance-"

"You did? Do you really think we could-?" Interrupted John, but was soon interrupted himself.

"Let me finish." Sherlock intervened grumpily. "However: a) you're a liar, b) who says you wouldn't cheat on me either, c) I fucking loved you and you didn't tell me anything, d) Sarah. I couldn't say I loved her, but still she was/ is your freaking wife and last but very much not least e) you have not yet said thanks for any of the bloody amazing things I let you see, you ungrateful bastard. I hope these are enough reasons to be going on with, don't you think? You have as many flaws as there are stars."

The doctor simply nodded rapidly in agreement, since he didn't want to feel more of an ass than he already did right now. How had he turned out this bad without his notice? Was the nodding good just then or wrong? Why did Sherlock watch him like this though? John let out a muffled sound of frustration.

"Oh, John. What are we going to do with you?" Sherlock sighed. "I'd know a lot of things that I'd... like to do to you right now in this cab, though." Suddenly Sherlock grinned crookedly, his voice like silk.

"Why don't you just- do it then?" John's tone of voice turned raw. "Just for one night, no more."

"One night, but one night only."

"You wouldn't have to do anything else than give in to yourself. There are no boundaries, no rules. You can leave tomorrow morning, no note left. Just you and me this one night, afterwards nothing will be changed."

"You sound so tempting."

"Don't I?" John grinned. "And I bet you, I look tempting as well. Check out that a-"

"Please, John. People will talk; the press especially."

"What does it matter? What does anything matter for this one night? Come on Sherlock, I know you want it... Want me." John's grin widened as his left eyebrow jumped up in self-confidence.

"You're one fabulous little bitch." Sherlock chuckled.

"Answer?" John said needily.

"Yes, yes of course. Leave your red pants on."