Epilogue
John came back home early in the morning. Mycroft had payed a short visit to the Yard and, right after that, John had been released to go home. Without charge, yet also without a gun. Still, John didn't complain. He had been in quite a lot of trouble and to walk free from it, just like that, was more than a miracle. He didn't know how to thank Mycroft.
When he stepped into the living room, he found Sherlock and Angel, sleeping on the sofa, a gentle smile on their lips. Sherlock's long arm was wrapped around Angel, his knuckles shining raw and red in the morning light.
John smiled and felt his throat tighten. How they ended up lying like that, he didn't know. Undoubtably it involved arguing and mockery and was, in the absence of anything better at the moment, to be called subconscious necessity. Yet, at least, it had finally happened. And how innocent they looked, and how peaceful! And how much he cared about them both, those stubborn, childlike creatures...
John sat in the armchair, enjoying the unusual peace and silence. He clearly understood now, why parents always think their children are at their best and cutest, when they are asleep. It was probably an odd sentiment when it was about two grown ups but then, all in all, it wasn't that odd.
He sighed and suddenly felt himself very lucky and even... blessed?
Or cursed?
Or blessed with a curse?
He smiled again. And the morning sun behind the windows rose full of golden light and eternal beauty.
The End of Part Two
Author's note: Dear readers, thank you for following my story this far! Your reviews have been lovely and appreciated and always will be. There is still Part III to go, after some time. Might take weeks (hopefully not months) to make it ready for you to read... Anyway, welcome aboard once it's time again!