Today is a good day. I finished my essay that took four months to complete and now I'm finishing segment four. That's right...SEGMENENT FOUR ENDS HERE!

Sorry for not giving you warning before hand. To be honest, I didn't know t was going to end here until I was writing and figured it a good place to stop. The only problem is that I don't have segment five lined up. If anyone has any ideas on what I should write about, please let me know.

-Myelle

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Sherlock POV

"John!" I called.

"What? You don't have to shout, I'm right here."

How could I tell him? As John stared at me, ready for me to continue speaking, I realized I had no idea what to say.

"You're nice, John."

"Uh, thanks, Sherlock. I think."

I'm an idiot. That was probably the single most horrible attempt to tell someone you love them in history. How am I going to tell him? What if my recent stupidity with the chemicals had made him hate me? No, John wouldn't hate me. But it was certainly plausible that he was falling out of love with me. Now I knew why he wouldn't tell me before. All this doubt was just too much to bear. And the fear or rejection was overpowering.

But if I was anything, it certainly wasn't a coward. I was stronger than this. I could tell him. I think.

"I want to go lay down-in my bed. I hate the sofa."

"Do you need help?"

"Yeah, if you wouldn't mind..."

"It's no problem."

John wrapped his arms around my waist and my shoulders to lift me to me feet. Once I was firmly standing on the ground, he took my arm and led me to my room. My legs shook, but I don't think it's from the pain.

If it was even possible, I could feel myself loving John more and more by the minute. There must be something severely wrong with me. Probably the chemicals. Maybe I should just tell him. Straight out.

Not yet.

I lay down in my bed and John pulled the blankets up around me and tucked them beside me. I was alarmed when he turned to leave.

"Stay here."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry for being so stupid earlier; just don't be mad at me. Stay. I don't need any medicine for at least an hour and I already know that the second I fall asleep, you'll go stand at the door to make sure I'm still breathing.

"You make me sound like such a creep."

"Just get in, John. It's not the first time."

"Yes, I'm aware of that."

I held up the blankets for him and he crawled into my bed.

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John POV

Sherlock moved closer to me when I lay down beside him. His bed was freezing, but it didn't surprise me. He insisted his room be kept cold because of his numerous "experiments" that could be affected by room temperature.

"I like you, John."

"Um, thanks."

What on earth was he getting at? I wonder if he wants something. That was most likely exactly what was happening. Sherlock often pretended to be extra nice to me whenever he needed me to do something.

He turned and faced me, looking serious.

"John, I don't know exactly how to say this because it's you. If it were anyone else, it wouldn't be this important."

"Is something wrong?"

"Well, almost. I guess it's not wrong, but it's different. Does that make sense?"

"Not at all."

Sherlock sighed, looking frustrated with himself. He took a deep breath let it out slowly. There was a bead of sweat on his forehead. Was he actually nervous? Impossible.

Or not.

"I don't know how to put this, but I'll try. I uh..."

He looked away and was about to turn away. I stopped him by putting hand on his arm between us on the bed. Instead of looking at my eyes, he stared at my hand resting on his arm.

"You can say it, Sherlock, whatever it is."

"I love you."

I had to look directly into his eyes to make sure I hadn't heard it wrong. I didn't know what to say, save for the complimentary response of: "I love you too, Sherlock."

"Really? Because you don't have to if you don't want to."

"I want to."

"Well that's...good. Thank you."

Slowly, because I didn't want him to get alarmed, I pressed my lips to his.

For the first time in, well, ever, I had everything I could ever ask for. Who would have thought that what I truly, deeply wanted was Sherlock Holmes? And who would have thought he could be mine? I certainly hadn't. But here we go again, the gorgeous consulting detective was full of more surprises.

Like, for example, he happened to be a fantastic kisser.

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THIS CONCLUDES SEGMENT FOUR. PLEASE REVIEW!

The next segment should be more interesting, but I have only a few ideas. If anyone would like to share their thoughts and ideas with me, I'd be much obliged. Thank you for reading and reviewing thus far.

Very Sincerely Yours,

Myelle White