Sherlock twitched at the tickling sensation on his nose and was about to bat it away when he realized the addition weight that was on top of him, and chuckled quietly. John looked like a child, with his hand curled up on his chest, more relaxed than Sherlock had ever seen him. Sherlock tried to move, but John just grunted and nestled in closer, sighing in content. Looking outside, he saw that the sun hadn't come up yet.

"Sherlock," John breathed out.

He knew John wouldn't be able to hear him even if he tried, so he settled for kissing him gently on the forehead, feeling his heart lift when John's lips curled into a small smile. He shut his eyes again and held John closer, letting sleep consume him once more.

John woke up feeling gentle circles being drawn onto his back. Picking up his chin and resting it on Sherlock's chest, he looked up and saw Sherlock looking very relaxed, staring at the ceiling with the other arm resting under his head.

"Morning, love," John groaned out, arching his back and rolling fully on top of Sherlock, letting their hips align.

"In fact," he rolled his hips into Sherlock's, "it's a very good morning."

Compared to their animalistic fucking the night before, the morning sex was more about them bringing each other up and down from Cloud Nine.

"So is this what every night and morning are going to be like now?" John asked. "Not that I don't mind it, of course."

"I was hoping that you wouldn't mind. Because you should know by now," Sherlock nipped John's bottom lip, "I tend to have an insatiable appetite."

John kissed him hard. "Come on, we better get ready. If we don't get out of this bed now, I don't think we'll ever leave."

Sherlock pouted, but smirked regardless. He sighed and heaved himself out of bed, padding his way to the bathroom. One glance over his shoulder, and John was rolling his eyes and following him inside, smiling anyway.

Eventually, they got ready and left the flat. They grabbed coffee and pasties at one of the local coffee shops as they discussed what the agenda as for today while Sherlock glanced at the paper for any more deaths.

"Well, as I told you last night, I'm going to have to make some phone calls and explain to my boss the situation with us," John explained, eating his pasty.

"And how do you plan to elaborate it? You can't exactly say that you're here hoping to fight off evil statues," Sherlock countered.

"He knows about you and about us."

"What did you tell him?"

"I didn't really spell it out. But I told him that I lost my best friend and from the look on his face, he interpreted best friend as more than that. Anyway, he thought that I meant that you left me, which in a way you did. But the point is that I'll explain to him that I managed to get in contact with you in Cardiff and that I'm taking time off so that we can reconcile."

"Well, that's not too far from the truth," Sherlock chuckled.

"Precisely. I'll start looking around for work at a clinic. Nothing permanent because who knows how things could go while we're here?"

Sherlock nodded and resumed drinking his coffee, but paused. "John?"

"Hm?"

"How would you describe us?"

"How do you mean?"

"Relationship-wise, I suppose."

John took a large swig of his coffee and plunked it on the table. "I would say life partners."

"So not just a couple?"

"Sherlock, I think we're the furthest thing from a traditional idea of a couple, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

"I agree." Sherlock smiled at John over his coffee.

They finished their breakfast and walked over to the Millennium Center.

"What are we doing here?" John asked, looking around.

"Follow me," Sherlock instructed. They went around the dock and through a nondescript door. Ianto popped out from behind the curtain and looked pleased to see both of them.

"Morning!" He greeted.

"Morning, Ianto. I don't think you and John were properly introduced yesterday," Sherlock pointed out. "Ianto, this is my friend, Dr. John Watson."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Dr. Watson," Ianto said, offering his hand.

"John, please," he replied, shaking his hand. "And I think the term 'life partner' fits us better."

"I think it does so too, sir."

"Ianto is in charge of anything involving administration and logistics," Sherlock explained.

"Sherlock, you make my job sound more important than it actually it is."

"Please, your role at Torchwood is just as important as anyone else's," he scoffed.

"I didn't think that it would be possible for you to give so many compliments," John said in mock shock, nudging him.

"Sherlock has his moments where he just randomly insults us, but we've just learned to take it in stride. It's never been anything too horrible, actually."

John almost spat out his coffee. "On the bright side, it seems like he's very fond of all of you. At least none of you are Anderson or Donovan."

The mere mention of his name and Sherlock looked like he smelled something utterly foul.

"I presume that they were people that you two weren't particularly close with?" Ianto asked, trying not to laugh at the look on Sherlock's face.

"Yeah...not really. They both work for Scotland Yard and all of them didn't get on very well, to put it lightly," John explained. "Anyway, I'm glad to see that being here has helped Sherlock out."

"We've all helped each other out since he's arrived. He's a fantastic team member and he's an excellent violinist. It's particularly lovely when we're all stressed out. He just plays and the tension melts away."

Sherlock fiddled with the hem of his sweater. "It just helps me think."

"It's also his way of expressing how he's feeling. If he's having a particularly bad day, then it just sounds atrocious. But if it's a good day, then it's one of the most beautiful things that you could ever hear," John said with a smile.

"Oh, now that I think about it, you're right. Some days, his playing does sound kind of off," Ianto noted. "Anyway, don't keep the boss waiting." He pushed the button, opening the bookcase.

Sherlock and John went downstairs, down the hall, and into the lift.

As they exited the lift and went through the doorway, they could hear Jack and the Doctor shouting over something from inside the TARDIS, which was parked inside the main area of the Hub.

"Doctor? Jack? What's going on?" Amy and Rory asked, entering in with their breakfast.

All four of them ran inside to see what all the ruckus was about. They followed the source of the noise until they were in the library, where they saw the two of them on one of the upper levels, cheering. Jack and the Doctor were dancing around, looking really happy about something. They turned to look down at their audience and immediately their expressions became even more gleeful.

"Alright, I'm going to ask again. What's going on?" Amy emphasized.

"We think we've figured out how all of this started and how we can get there!" The Doctor exclaimed.