We arrived at Switzerland with a day to spare, Mycroft graciously allowing us to stay with him in the house he was using for the event- since he preferred to stay away from the other diplomats- and we all had our wounds seen too before we were given free reign and a chance to relax before we arrived at the final problem. I had taken to his way of thinking and chose to remain in my room, lying in the middle of the overly large and plush bed as my mind replayed the train incident over and over. It was like being trapped in an endless nightmare that followed you even when you were awake, and reminded you constantly that the worst yet to come. I grabbed a pillow and buried my face in it as I let out a smothered scream in an attempt to rid myself of all the emotions that were flitting around my head. I'd grown so emotional since I came here- crying all the time and complaining because Holmes didn't love me back, and even though I used to complain all the time about these kind of things I knew there were more important things to deal with.

"Bad day?" I lifted up the pillow to see Holmes standing at the end of the bed, and then brought it back down. "Are you ignoring me now?"

I didn't reply, even when I felt him climb onto the bed and settle himself beside me. There was a moments pause before he grabbed the pillow, wrenched it out of my grip and throwing it away so I would have to look at him.

"There are other pillows you know," I pointed out, rolling onto my side so we were mere inches away from each other.

"You'd run out eventually," he replied calmly, running a hand through my hair. "Were you really worried about me?"

I was surprised by the question, reading the genuine confusion in his eyes, and probably my face reflected that confusion.

"Even though you knew I would survive, Watson told me that you were still as upset as if though you were unaware of the events- why is that?" He chewed his lip in thought as he mused over the question, genuinely unable to work it out. "It makes no sense for you to be worried if you knew the outcome- unless you had a genuine reason to doubt the outcome, perhaps because something changed?"

"You're an idiot." I smacked him lightly on the forehead, ignoring his childish pout and finding a way to explain to him. "I was worried because even though I knew you would live… I couldn't help thinking you were going to die."

"But why?" he insisted and I let out a groan, rolling over to face away from the detective- how could I explain it to a man who looked down on such things, there were no words I could use to explain to him how I felt. "Watson said that I should apologise… not that I know why-"

"Because!" I snapped, sitting upright and rolling over to face the detective once more. "I was so worried- when I heard your screaming I hated it more than anything else, and when I saw how bad it was really it made me sick. Maybe it doesn't matter to you because you can put aside all of these feelings, but for me it was worse than anything else in the world."

He sat up as well, his mind working to try and understand what it was that was upsetting me. I don't know why, but that was upsetting as well- perhaps because I had hoped that he had been becoming a bit more… emotional. It had seemed that he was getting in touch with the more emotional side of people and he was still completely baffled about why I had been worried.

"It… must have been painful for you to see me like that," he said finally, and even though I wasn't completely convinced that he understood I let it go. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine- you're okay now," I replied, blocking out the negative thoughts that were coming to me as I tried to focus on the fact I could spend this day with just Holmes and enjoy his company for one last time before he went over the falls. For all I knew this could be the last chance I had, even if I had seen that he survived I hadn't read the books or seen any of the other shows or movies- and even if I had it could still change, he could die this time and then I would be left to pick up the pieces of my life. "Well, as okay as can be expected."

I reached out tentatively to place my hand lightly on his shoulder, feeling the bandage underneath his shirt and being reminded of the ones on my neck and stomach. Reaching to my own again, I placed a hand on my neck and watched as he copied my moves, placing his hand on top of mine.

"Do you think we've got enough uninjured parts to make at least one good person?" I asked, and he smirked slightly. "You can be the brains since you're so much smarter, but I get to be the parts that kick butt."

"That's fine with me," said, then leant forward and kissed my lightly on the lips. "It means that I don't have to deal with your irrationality concerning your emotions- Watson has told me you were quite tearful during your moments with alone with him."

"Well I'm dealing with it fine now," I pointed out, running my free hand through his hair and then kissing him. "I didn't think you'd appreciate my breaking down around you, since hysterical women are not your area."

"Perhaps not, but it makes me feel inadequate if you are taking your problems to my best friend rather than letting me help you deal with them."

"And how would you help me deal with them?" I queried. "I don't see emotional support as one of your top skills."

"Maybe not, but there are certain… ways that alleviate stress and can be used to release pent-up emotions that I can assist you with," he replied, and I stared back at him in confusion. "Perhaps I should allow my actions to explain rather than my words."

"You wha-?" He cut me off with a kiss, moving his hand to the back of my neck as he kissed me more forcefully and pushed me down against the bed. His other hand trailed down my side as he shifted over to straddle me, pulling away and looking at me with a teasing smile. "Ah- I see."

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My face was still flushed as I pulled on the gown I would be expected to wear to the Peace Summit, I wasn't sure who had got this but I was beginning to suspect that Holmes might have done it because all of them were outlandish- this one was a dark purple which turned to black at the end of the sleeves and rim. Holmes was busy putting on his own suit, muttering under his breath about lord knows what and I just hoped that he wasn't making mental notes about our earlier actions- although that would probably be somewhat normal for a man.

"How do you feel now?" He slowly came over to stand beside me, pulling my hair from the back of the dress and wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. "Did that help at all?"

"What do you think?" I asked, leaning back into him and stroking out a few wrinkles in the dress. "If that's what you do every time you're stressed then I have no idea why you are so against love."

"That was the first time I have ever participated in such actions," he responded, then tilted his head slightly as a thought crossed his mind and he chuckled lightly. "I don't believe Watson would be happy that we have consummated our relationship before marriage."

"That was random," I commented, then frowned as a thought crossed my mind. "Were you planning on telling him or something?"

"No- Watson just happens to be quite insightful when it comes to relationships so I would imagine he would be easily able to tell," he explained, and then added as an afterthought: "As would my brother."

That wasn't a very pleasing thought, and if that wasn't bad enough he also voiced his next thought.

"It would certainly make things more difficult if you were to become pregnant."

An awkward silence followed as we considered the possibility, neither of us wanting children or being suitable parents either- and the fact that it would interfere with our work was also bad.

"We could always give it to Watson," I suggested and we both chuckled slightly, my stomach clenching as I thought about the falls and then realising that perhaps he wouldn't stay away for long.

"You could always give what to me?"

We watched as Watson walked into the room, trying not let our guilt show and stepping apart from each other. He frowned as he looked between us, Holmes doing much better at pretending nothing had happened and I trying not to blush as my mind told me he knew.

"Can we help you?" asked Holmes, when it became apparent that no-one was going to say anything. "Has Moriarty accidently got crushed by a building?"

"I was actually going to tell you it's time to get going," Watson replied, looking annoyed at the detective. "We're going to the Peace Summit now."