"Why does she want to run away from me?" Sherlock asked the couple

"Because...err..." John said, unable to figure out an ending that wouldn't offend Sherlock.

"Because you're a jerk who only cares about your job and your own feelings" Sarah blurted out eventually. John glared at her. "Oh please, we'd end up telling him eventually anyway"

"Well obviously" Sherlock said "But I thought she already knew that?"

"She does." John said flatly

"She doesn't think you care about her at all, Sherlock! And to be honest, neither do I" Sarah said

"Why would you think that?" Sherlock asked

"Because the only time you talk to her is for a case or to protect her from Moriarty!" Sarah exclaimed

"She has a point. The only reason you took Claire on a second date is because I told you it might help you clear your head for a case" John added

"But I took her on a date to Regent Park, remember?" Sherlock argued

"You haven't taken her on a date since then?" John said, shocked.

"How long ago was that?" Sarah asked

"A month or so" Sherlock answered

"A month! Sherlock, how could you!" Sarah shouted

"I still met with her since then, obviously" Sherlock said

"Because of your job! Oh Sherlock, what did you do to my poor friend?" Sarah chastised him

"Why are you guys so up about this?" Sherlock asked

"Because now, you're asking why the best thing in your life is walking away" John said, sharp and to the point.

"Arghh, relationships are so hard!" Sherlock complained, sitting down on his couch

"Just to you, Sherlock. Just to you" John said

Sherlock spent Saturday thinking about Claire. Thinking about what John and Sarah had said (And were still, to his utter annoyance, saying). Claire spent Saturday packing her bags with a few more items and saying goodbye to friends. Her flight was booked for Monday morning, but she was already prepared to leave. It was hard to say goodbye to her friends, but it was bearable. What would be unbearable, however, would be saying goodbye to Sherlock. She still didn't know how to go about it. Sherlock had heard she was going away by now, and was often calling her, but she didn't have the heart to pick up. What would she tell him? How much did he already know? It wasn't worth it. Instead, she hid away. She didn't have to hide for long. Just two days. Two long days.

Sherlock was researching Google for advice with Claire and absently listening to the radio that Sarah had turned on. Sarah herself was sitting in a chair with a large pile of folders, papers and magazines for the wedding, a mobile in hand as she called companies. Sherlock listened as the last bar of a song ended and a new song took its place.

'I wasn't perfect; I've done a lot of stupid things. Still no angel. I wasn't looking for forgiveness, I wasn't laid up on by my pride. Shocked by her attention.

Did someone sign me up for love? I didn't want it, but now I can't live without it.

She changed my life, she cleaned me up. She found my heart, like only a woman can. She pulls me up, when she knows I'm sad. She knows her man, like only a woman can.' Sherlock started singing along absently, still typing. Sarah's head looked up from her work, and turned to look at Sherlock.

"I never knew you could sing" She said

"Neither did I" Admitted Sherlock; his head suddenly filled with a crazy idea. The song on the radio finished, and Sherlock looked it up on Google, and then found it. He played it, the words filling the room once again. They started to mess with the words on the radio, so he turned the radio off. Sarah looked at him weirdly, but then went back to her work. Sherlock started searching for the lyrics, which he printed, the music still playing on the radio. He grabbed a pen off the desk and started scribbling on the lyrics he had just printed out. Sarah again looked up from her work to stare at him.

"What are you doing?" She asked after a while

"Editing" he said

"Editing what?"
"The lyrics from the song"

"Ok...err... why?"

"I've got a plan" He said

"A plan for what?" She asked. Sherlock put his pen down and rolled his eyes
"People are so dense sometimes! Obviously to get Claire back" Sherlock picked up his pen once more and continued editing the lyrics.

"You're going to get Claire back?" Sarah asked excitedly

"Stupid question" Sherlock said absently, and Sarah squealed happily.

Claire was absolutely terrified. She was waiting for her plane on Monday morning, an hour and a half before it was due to take off. John and Sarah were coming to see her off, and the twists in the pit of her stomach knew Sherlock would be too. Or at least she hoped he was. Did she hope he was? Wouldn't it be better if he didn't come? Or would that be bad? Claire's head was in tangles, not sure what she wanted. But that was why she was leaving in the first place. That was the one thing she had no questions about. A minimum of three months away at Greenland; finally an opportunity to be free of these very questions that were whirring around her head. A well-earned holiday where (she hoped) no criminals would follow. A clean slate. But there was certainly something in her heart that wanted her to stay. Beyond her friends and Sarah's wedding, there was the desperate hope that Sherlock did, in fact, have emotions, and that those emotions did feel something for her. But it was dreams like that wasted one's life. And Claire wasn't about to let her life be wasted. Not yet. And that's why Greenland was the best option.

At least, that's what Claire had kidded herself into thinking. The truth was she couldn't handle being in the same country as Sherlock without him loving (or even liking, just a little bit) her. And it was with this in her heart that she waited for her plane.

A/N: Sorry about the shorter chapters guys, although I'm sure it helps you when you're trying to read it all :P Hoping to publish another chapter today, I'll see how it goes :) Once again, thanks to all reviewers!