Hey guys. Sorry, I know it's late again. This chapter is a bit different than usual, please let me know what you think.

Thank you for all the amazing support.

As always, for my MorMor with a's.

This is day 20: Dancing. It is a bit shorter than I would prefer, but I didn't want to drag it out. The song I used to write this is the one Sherlock composed in the Sign of Three. I actually danced to it, alone in my room so that I could write this. That is all I'm ever going to say about that. Ever.

Until a bit later today, all my love.

Oh and I don't know if this needs clarification, but the Italic parts are their movements and the sentences in Bold and Italic are Sherlock's thoughts, the things he wants to convey to John. I sort of tried to have that bit resemble a dance. I don't know if I succeeded.

Chapter 20

Sherlock looked at John, poorly concealed worry shining in his eyes. John's words hovered in the air: they stained it with worry, making it almost impossible to breath. At those words: 'I think I need to see a neurologist, Sherlock,' every colour in the world faded.

Sherlock knew he shouldn't be worried yet. He had always surrounded himself by logic and this panic he was feeling, this was illogical. But he heard the certainty in John's voice and felt it his heart, in the very deepest recesses of his soul, he knew too. He knew that something was wrong. It was a tangible cloud that hung over them.

Sherlock had never been this sure. As always, he saw the tiny threads as they came together in his mind, weaving a smothering blanket of evidence. He thought of the headaches that John complained of, the strange furrow in his brow as he stared into the distance, like he was seeing something inexplicable. He thought of all the tiny little individual signs and he saw them pulling together.

Sherlock knew that something was wrong, but for the first time in his life, Sherlock Holmes wished he didn't know. For the first time, he craved ignorance.

He tried to think of words to say, trying to arrange the 26 letters that enabled him to communicate in some pattern to tell John that everything he wanted him to know. It wouldn't be enough. There were no words to cover the raging storm of passion and love he wanted to convey. The words: 'No matter what,' seemed horribly feeble in the face of his devotion to this man.

So he simply stood and pulled John up. He would do what he always did when he couldn't find words. Usually this was to help him think. This was how he found words for himself. Today however, he was finding those words for someone else, the only other person he ever needed to find words for.

He picked up the IPod and chose one of his own violin recordings. He had composed it for John, but he was always too afraid to play it for him. The time never seemed right. This was his soul written in music. And now, on this precipice of uncertainty, now was the time to show it to his John.

He gently started the music, taking John's trembling hand.

The first notes of the music filled the flat, excited.

He stepped forward, encircling John's waist with his arms.

Thank you for being with me, my love.

The music wavered, uncertain, for just a split second.

He leaned his head down onto John's.

Never leave me.

The music came back, stronger, one heavenly high pitched note stretched out a bit longer than the others.

He led John slowly, forming one fluid motion.

I will never leave you.

A few slow, subtle notes followed.

He brushed his lips over John's cheek.

We are meant to be together.

The soft pattern repeated once, with just a slight tremor of difference.

He held John tighter, slowly and deliberately forming a perfect harmonic sequence.

I don't care if something is wrong.

One liquid note slid lower than the rest. Lingering.

He pulled John with him as he retreated toward the gleaming city lights shining through the window.

We will face it together.

The music swooped higher in two languid beats.

He spun John, gently pulling him the tiniest bit closer as the turned.

When I'm with you, I don't feel broken.

The music floated even higher.

He finished the turn, pausing a moment with John in his arms.

You will be fine, because I need you to be.

The high notes reached their climax leaving a sweet tang in the air.

He leaned down, simply holding John.

I love you.

Slowly the notes started gently sifting to the ground.

He tightened his hold ever so slightly.

Forever and always.

The final note was the lowest. It reached the ground and settled there, staying with them even as the song stopped playing.

He placed his lips on John's.

No matter what.

John understood. He heard every word in the music with complete clarity. He could hear Sherlock's soul in those notes. In those movements. He knew what Sherlock was showing him.

He couldn't have heard these words any more clearly if Sherlock had shouted them. They filled his heart: 'I will never leave you. We were meant to be together. I don't care if something is wrong. We will face it together. When I'm with you, I don't feel broken. You will be fine, because I need you to be. I love you. Forever and always. No matter what.

John felt the relief settle over him. This was his home. This was where he could handle anything, in the arms of his Sherlock.

And like that first time when they held hands, so many months ago, they didn't need words. The music spoke for them. A perfect harmony of John and Sherlock. The detective and the doctor. Two intertwined souls.