A year had passed since the Corbin incident and within that time many things had happened. Mainly, Sherlock and John had become an item shortly after John's near death experience. They had talked it over and- after much confusion on Sherlock's part- Sherlock decided his need for John even reached carnal desire on occasion; but stated that when working he would not divulge in any such activities or frivolous activities, which John understood.
John was released from hospital care to home care about four months after the stabbing, right after Corbin was sentenced to life in prison.
An infection had set in and he had almost succumb to it, but thankfully made it through. That time was rough on Sherlock, whom was on a case far away and couldn't get back in time and had to get all the information from Lestrade. When he finally solved the case and returned, John was stabilized and his infection was clearing up. Sherlock wouldn't stop beating himself up about it, much to John's surprise, whom explained he understood that the man couldn't be beside him every step of the way and shouldn't blame himself.
That was when Sherlock knew he truly did love John.
While recovering, a nurse would come thrice weekly to change John's bandages and check his wound for any sign of infection, but after attempting to seduce her charge once, the brunette had her fired and a new nurse took her place. Sherlock and this nurse didn't quite get along, but John enjoyed their witty banter as she checked, cleaned and bandaged his wounds.
It was around this time that John learned the news of the death of Moriarty and Sebastian. Lover's suicide. He didn't want to know what had happened to create such a poetic death for the two, but he still felt pain at the thought. They may have been corrupted human beings, but he still did know them and recalled the few times he saw their human sides when they thought they were alone together.
Now, a year after it all, John was given the news that he could now live normally, the wound was healed, his arm was healed properly, but he still had to take it a little easy. Nothing overly vigorous, but he could now play light sports, jog, and yes, even fornication.
"Happy to be able to go back with me on cases?" Sherlock murmured as the cab made it's way towards Baker Street.
John nodded, a smile playing on his lips. He slithered a hand over to place atop of Sherlock's before quickly putting his hand back in his lap. He saw the mysterious smile he adored slide across the brunette's features.
"I was thinking we could commemorate not only my recovery but our anniversary. Neither of us can really recall the exact date we decided to get together so let's make it today. Dinner and a movie?" John asked, head tilted to the side and smiling.
"You know how I feel about movies, John."
"I know, but this one will be good! I'm sure you'll like it. Has to do with serial killers." John said, nearly singsonging it at the end.
"I hope it's more realistic than those super trained assassin films you like."
"What's wrong with the Bourne films?"
Sherlock simply shook his head and stayed quiet, staring out the window and pouting slightly over having to sit through another movie.
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"Okay, that wasn't so bad.. Figured it out in the first ten minutes, but what was that going on between the detective and the killer?"
"I do believe the killer was attracted to the detective, Sherlock. You figured out the plot but not the slight romance?"
Sherlock cocked a brow and stared at John.
"I was an assassin not a serial killer, Sherlock."
"Seems similar to me." The other sniffed before leaning over and kissing John.
John pouted slightly and pushed at Sherlock, "Take that back. I'm not a serial killer. I didn't do it for fun or because I liked it."
The brunette sighed and cupped John's cheek, "You are different. I'm sorry, alright? I'm trying hard not to let my personality ruin this for you."
John nodded and sighed before curling up to Sherlock. He stiffened before slowly curling an arm around the blonde and holding him to his chest as he looked up at the ceiling. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He was never in a relationship before.
"What am I supposed to do?" Sherlock muttered under his breath, hoping John didn't hear him.
"You're supposed to cuddle me and tell me I'm pretty." John muttered into Sherlock's stomach.
"Tell you you're pretty?" Sherlock's eyebrows raised to his hairline as he stared down his nose at his companion.
"Everyone wants to be pretty." John stated, before looking up with a grin, "Kidding. Just do what you're comfortable with. Just this is fine, you know."
After awhile in silence, John reached out for the remote and turned the telly on to some random show. Sherlock cocked a brow and looked down at him, "Do you like this rubbish?"
"Not one bit, but I figured we could stay longer like this if we were watching something." The other said against the flat stomach he was resting on.
Sherlock smiled slightly before ruffling the blonde locks of his partner before letting his hand drop again around the others shoulders.
Until late into the night they stayed like that, enjoying each others company.
-The end.-