A/N: hello again! I'm so sorry about the hiatus. I was on vacation, etc., but I'm back now. Read on!

"Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson, you're here," the blonde girl said as the two men walked (and rolled) into the studio for their interview. She had a microphone headset on, and she murmured something into it before directing them on where to go. "You're a bit early, but that's good because it means we can get everything checked and double-checked."

"Yeah, we weren't sure when to be here," John said.

"That's alright," she said. "I'm Ellie, by the way."

For the next thirty minutes they were shown where to stand, what questions they would be asked, and other technicalities.

"Remember it will be live," John reminded Sherlock. "Don't say anything too stupid. Let me do most of the talking." Sherlock nodded.

"That's probably best." They sat in their respective chairs across from the host, Paul Tenet. Ellie did the countdown and they were on air.

"Hello everyone," Paul greeted, eyes fixed on the camera. "I have here Mr. Sherlock Holmes, famous detective, and his colleague Dr. John Watson."

"Hello."

"Hi."

"Now, I'm going to address the elephant in the room first, to get that out of the way. John, what are you doing in a wheelchair?" he asked, leaning in.

"I was in a car accident. Now, the chair isn't permanent, so you don't have to worry about it too much."

"Oh, good," he said, exhaling in sarcastic relief and leaning back in his chair. John laughed mildly. "Now, Sherlock, how did that make you feel, with your friend and flatmate in the hospital?"

"It was obviously... off-putting." Paul chuckled slightly. "I know what it's like to be in the hospital, and I missed him as much as I pitied him because he had to be there, helplessly imprisoned." Paul's smile fell a bit, and John shook his head minutely at Sherlock.

"I wouldn't say helplessly imprisoned..." John began. "I've been in the hospital before, it wasn't too big of a deal."

"You got shot, for heaven's sake!" Paul cried benevolently. John laughed, nodding his head.

"Fair point."

"So, Sherlock," the host said, becoming serious. "It's been a while since the Reichenbach scandal, but I do want to talk about it. It's the kind of thing that sticks in your head, you know?"

"Of course."

"Why exactly did you fake your death? It's not something that happens quite often."

"That's confidential, I'm sorry," Sherlock replied.

"Oh, that's a shame," Paul said, exaggerating disappointment. Sherlock smirked.

"Isn't it?"

"Well, John, I'll ask you then, how did he tell you that he was alive?" John smiled uneasily and shifted in his seat.

"Well, I was with my soon-to-be fiance, Mary, and Sherlock dressed up as a waiter and came over while I was trying to propose to her." Paul cracked up, and John attempted a laugh too, knowing fill well this was his least favorite story to tell. Sherlock looked on in reverence while his boyfriend continued.

"So here I was, nervous as hell trying to make this speech for Mary, and Sherlock waltzed in with some bottle of wine and I remember looking at him and thinking, 'what the hell am I on?'" Mr. Tenet was overcome with a laughing fit again. "And then I grappled him to the ground because, now that I knew he was alive, I wanted to kill him."

"That was terrifying," Sherlock laughed. He looked at John and there was an immediate awkward silence as they (sort of) accidentally stared deeply into each other's eyes. Paul became extremely uncomfortable.

"You two! Wake up!" He chuckled uneasily as they were startled out of the reverie. "Should I leave?" he asked, standing.

The two men laughed with each other. "Should we tell him?" John half-whispered to Sherlock.

"What, really?!" They laughed again as the studio audience began to clap. Paul turned to the camera. "Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, everyone!" He pumped his fists with every word: "Johnlock! Is! Canon!"

Ohmygod, John thought. What have we done?

A/N: Ha! Cliffhanger! Bet you weren't expecting that! Our maybe you were. Anyways, please review! I don't know if I'll continue this story or leave it like this... tell me what you prefer. Now, so wasting your time on author notes and go bathe in the many johnlock fanfictions in which you could be partaking! Go on!

Sarah