"When I was young my mum used to tell me that if I ever saw a shooting star that I should close my eyes real tight and make a wish. She said that if I did that, that maybe, just maybe, someday, that wish would come true. Well where's my wish now? Where's a shooting star when you really need one?" He lets out a bitter laugh.

"You know, my mum really was a sweet lady. Dad could be a bit of a wanker at times, but I always loved my mum. Guess that's how it always is though. No matter what they do to you, you still have to love your mother." His mouth twitches briefly. "Either way, I have some good memories of that woman. When I was little, 'bout seven or eight I believe, she took Harry and me to my Grandparent's house out in the country. She wouldn't tell us why, just told us it was for a real special reason."

"The second night there I heard her creep into my room, she came over to my bed and woke me up, told me to come with her and be really quiet, that I had to tiptoe until we got past my Granddad's room. We went to go wake Harry and I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't feel a little smug to have been in on this little adventure with mum before my big sis." He closes his eyes at the fond memory, a small smile gracing his lips. He loses himself over to the past, and Sherlock's heart warms at the expression on his face, the only true happiness he has seen from his friend since the videos began, small as it is.

"The three of us snuck downstairs, freezing when one of the steps creaked. Harry's fault by the way. We waited in silence, hearts beating quickly in our chests until we heard Grandpa snore loudly. Then my mother almost blew it when she let out this big laugh. We all busted into a fit of giggles and had to clamp our hands over our mouths, Harry even going as far as to hide her face in her shirt. The laughter wouldn't stop so my mother grabbed our free hands and we ran out the door, and out across the yard, letting the laughs rip free." He chuckles softly, eyes still closed, and Sherlock is completely enraptured with his small tale.

"When we could finally breathe my mother turned to us, a big smile widening on her face. She told us that she had a surprise, but that we couldn't tell anyone. Said it was our little secret. She took both of our hands and led us around the back of the house, across the yard and through some trees. Along the way she told us about this small clearing, just on the edge of the property. A secret, quiet place that no one knew about. That is, no one but her, and now us."

"When we came upon it I don't know what I said, but it was probably not much more than 'wow.'" One small chuckle escapes it's prison in his chest. "All I know is that it was gorgeous. Past the trees that I had always thought bordered the yard was this little meadow, a field full of thick green grass and colourful flowers that opened up onto a small peaceful lake. I remember the three of us looking out onto it for a while, the moonlight shining on the water." He lets out a small sigh, still lost to the memory.

"We stood there like that, staring out over the water, content in our mother's arms until she pried our eyes away and led us to a small blanket nearby. She sat us down and pointed at the sky, telling us to watch and wait. We sat there with baited breath, with no idea what was to happen. Ten minutes passed and the dark night sky remained the same, my mother and I had lain down on our backs, but Harry was always impatient, she sat cross-legged, leaning on her arms and looking completely frustrated. She kept fidgeting and looking around, trying to discover why we were there no doubt." He snorts and shakes his head slowly.

"She missed the first one. It shot across the sky fast as lightning, there one second and gone the next. My gasp let her know where to look, and I could practically hear the smile in my mother's voice when she told us the real reason we had come. There was to be a meteor shower that night, and she wanted to share it with us. She reminded us to make our wish, but to keep our eyes open. I told her that if we did that it wouldn't work and she just laughed. She said that if we wished hard enough, and for something good enough, closing our eyes wouldn't matter."

"At first I didn't know what to wish for. A new bike? A bigger room? Harry to grow horns? But after a while I decided on something with a little more value, something I wouldn't get tired of. We lay there for over an hour, curled up to mum, watching the 'stars' go by. It was breathtaking, one of the most amazing things I've ever seen in my life. The three of us didn't speak again, just sat there and wished. When it was over we walked back up to the house in silence, my mum tucked us in and kissed us goodnight. The next morning Gram asked us why we were all so tired, and my mum just put a finger to her lips, her eyes twinkling. We never mentioned it again." His smile had widened as he spoke, and Sherlock is sure he sees small tears glistening in his eyes when they open once again.

"It wasn't until she was gone that I realised how much little things like that mattered to me, and me and Harry threw quite the fit to have her buried there in the centre of that clearing. Her own private paradise. All of our relatives wanted to know why, but we never gave them any explanation, we just knew that that was where she needed to be." He sighs, and all traces of the former smile are gone.

He breathes deeply. "It worked though, my wish. I didn't wish for something silly like a new toy, I knew that it had to be special. A wish worth all of the stars in the sky. So I wished for a friend, for happiness, for love. I didn't yet know what all of it meant, but I wished for it all the same. It took me over thirty years to be granted that wish, one moment for it all to be taken away, and now months for me to realise that I finally found it in a man that will never know what he meant to me."

Sherlock's heart skips a beat and a large grin blooms over his face. He can't seem to reel in the joy he finds in John's words, happiness practically radiating off of him. He wants to hug and hold and thank the man paused on his screen, but he can't do much more than sit there, vibrating with glee, his mind and heart filled with one thing: John.


Prompt was 'shooting star'

A/N: Well that was a long one! I hope you enjoyed it. One thing just to help you while you read these: I see each chapter as a separate video, and each video taping is spread out over days or weeks, but Sherlock watches them in clumps or as they are sent. They will rarely reference past videos.

PeaceRoseG'ladheon- Thank you so much! Oh, I'm glad! That is exactly how I wanted it to turn out, John fumbling with it at first but talking more and more as he gets more comfortable with the idea. They probably won't stay consistent in length as he can be very passionate and hotheaded, but since he can't storm off he stops the video. I hope you like the longer chapters! Oh, and one more thing: Yay for Vampire Academy! Good to see another fan. ;D

BlooMist- *Giggles* Thank you so much hun! I'm so glad you approve. But really, all of them? I can has them all? O.O It surely cannot be that good! I'm so happy you love it, and yes you can have more, you can have it all! In fact, this chapter is for you. Dedicated to BlooMist. There, it's official. I hope you like it!