"Sherlock, I need you to shut the fuck up and listen to me carefully, am I being clear? Open your damn ears, keep your lovely arse over the sofa, don't you fucking dare to deduce anything for just a moment in your life and please, please, don't you dare to say a fucking word until I fucking finish because I promise you... I promise you you'll regret it. You will be the one using my stick. Am I fuckingclear, my dear Sherlock Holmes?"

He never blinked. He just nodded and John took a deep breath before talking again.

Sherlock tried to move, he felt fear towards John for the first time since they were together. The good Doctor always was gentle and soft with him, never yelling or even raising his hand to him. But this time, the Detective could feel and see a new feeling growing in his boyfriend's eyes.

And he tried to stay calm. He tried very hard, but hell it was so hard. And Sherlock's eyes were cloudy.

John wasn't enjoying the situation, no. He was just as nervous as hell, just as nervous and with a fear he experienced once back in Afghanistan. But this time, this time was so different. John wasn't fighting against the enemy, he was trying to propose... he was trying to make Sherlock understand he wanted to be with him for the rest of their lives.

"Sherlock... I'm not going to yell or hit you, there's no need to stay away from me. I just- This is so hard to me, Sherlock."

The taller man nodded and stay still in his place on the sofa. He didn't want to say a word. He didn't want John to freak out again. But he felt so impatient... he needed to know what was going on.

"I tried to plan this. But I can't follow a piece of paper. I just can't. Sherlock... do you loveme?"

Holmes waited for a few seconds for John's approval to speak.

"Come on, talk to me."

"Yes John, I do love you."

"And you know I loveyou, right?."

"I do know."

John went to his knees and placed both hands over his lover's knees and massaged them softly using his thumbs. Sherlock had melted in front of him, not having the slightest clue about what John was going to do or ask.

"Sherlock-"

"Oh John, please don't tell me you're leavingme! I promise I'll keep the fridge free of body parts and the table clean and I'll buy the milk and I'll stop playing the violin in the middle of the night and-"

"God, Sherlock..."

John covered his face with his hands and stood up, from his place over the floor and walked backwards, until he fell on his armchair.

"John?."

Silence.

"John?."

Silence.

"John, what's going on?."

Silence.

"John-"

Two men in black suits and sunglasses pushed their flat's door open with guns in their hands and the British Government behind them. Mycroft Holmes was carrying his umbrella as always and a very angry expression on his face.

"Doctor Watson, you have to come with us."

"Mycroft? What the-"

"Do as my men say, John. You don't want to get hurt in your way to the car."

The two men grabbed John by his arms and took the poor man downstairs. Watson never resisted, feeling completely defeated by his lover and his brother.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?."

"I heard him yelling at you and-"

"You buggedour flat?."

"Of course. It's bugged since he's living here. But I'm assure you, little brother, that your room is the only place free of microphones. Although that's not prevented my people of hearing your-"

"Why are you taking him? He hasn't even-"

Mycroft turn around, ready to leave.

"Nothing... violent will happen. You certainly will have him back in one piece."

"What have I done this time? Because having two men with gunsover my head isn't a funny way to tell me your brother is thinner or-"

"I have been listening to your previous... little moment and I decided it was time to do some legwork. Hope you don't mind explaining to me why you were yelling at my little brother, Doctor Watson."

John sighed. He supposed to tell Sherlock first, not Mycroft. But he had to face the facts; he ws sitting in the back of a very posh black car with two men threatening with guns and in front of him was one of the most powerful members of the British Government.

"You have been following me, Mycroft. You know what I wasgoing to ask Sherlock."

"And I'm assure you, the country has more issues to keep myself from my sleep than follow your steps, Doctor Watson. So I suggest you to do the talking and explain in this moment the motives of your words towards my brother... if you don't want to be-"

"If I don't want to be thrown to the Tames with a bullet in my head, I know the speech."

"So, talk."

John glanced at both men and Mycroft nodded to them. They pulled their guns down and the car stopped in a very dark place just inches away from the Tames.

"I was going to ask Sherlock to marryme, but the bastard didn't let me talk and-"

"And when you supposed to askme?."

John blinked once. Twice.

"I beg your pardon?."

"I said that when you supposed to ask me, to marry my brother."

"Um... well... I was going to ask Sherlock adn then I suppose we were going to tell you-"

"You didn't realise you neededmy permission to marry my brother?."

John hesitated for a moment. Of course he thought about tlaking to Mycroft before, but he knew that Sherlock would be truly furious about it. And he wanted Sherlock to be the first one to know about his decision.

"No, but-"

"Do you know where he was educated?."

"I saw his diploma and-"

"And you never thought that my brother, who attended to the most important school in this country, comes from on of the most important and ilustrious families of Britain and has a brother working for the Government... you didn't need a permission?."

John shaked his head and saw how Mycroft, with a nod made the two men get out of the car and reloaded their guns. His left hand was shaking again... the sense of fear was travelling through his veins. The older Holmes was going to throw his dead body to the river, he knew it for sure.

"John Watson, welcometo the family."

The Soldier felt Mycroft's long and surprisingly warm arms embracing his smaller body. A hug that lasted for an eternity for him, and not knowing what to do, he hugged him back.

"So... you approveme?."

"I think you are going to make my brother the most happiest man of the world."

What do you think? I PROMISE... NEXT CHAPTER JOHN WILL ASK SHERLOCK TO MARRY HIM!