THIS BEGINS SEGMENT FIVE!

So, as you probably already figured out, each segment is approximately 10 000 words. This one might be shorter...it's not yet definite, but there is a possibility of this part being very short. Also, sorry for taking so long to update. It was exam break and I figured it was a good time for my story to take a hiatus.

Thank you for reading and reviewing thus far, please continue reviewing. I hope you like what I've decided on for Segment Five...

Sincerely,

Myelle

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Sherlock POV

John completes me. That should have been easy to figure out, but for reason, I still couldn't exactly wrap my mind around it. Yes, I loved him, but it was wrong because I completed him, too. That shouldn't be right. I was demanding, dangerous, and sometimes a bit cranky. How could that possibly be good for him?

Regardless of what I thought, John loved me. Let's leave it at that. Speak of the devil, John came up behind me and handed me my tea. I was staring out the window at the new neighbour. Of course, I already knew all about him from the report Mycroft emailed me, but it was still fun to make my own deductions.

"Stop staring." John scolded.

"Why? He can't see me."

"Just stop. It's not polite. Besides, if you want to learn about him so badly, why don't you just go meet him?"

"Dull." I sighed. John settled for my answer and gave up.

The next day, John caught me watching our new neighbour, whose name was Benjamin Deham, as I recently learned, as he got home from his morning jog around Regent's Park. He smiled at me knowing he was right. I wanted to meet him, but I didn't want to at the same time. I wanted to know him to solve my curiosity but if I talked to him once, I'd probably have to do it again. That might be difficult if he was boring, which he looked to be.

"Sherlock, let's just go over and meet him."

"Dull."

"Are you going to give me the same answer every time? It's rather annoying. Come on, I'm going over."

"What? No!" I ran to John to stop him from putting his coat on. "You can't go yet. Give it one more day. What if he's a bad influence?" I warned, but John laughed at me.

"Well if that's the case, than the two of you should get along just fine."

I glared at him.

"Not funny."

"Okay, I'll give you one more day. But let me go, I have to get milk anyways. Unless you want to..."

"Dull."

He sighed and kissed me goodbye.

Back to the window.

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John POV

I have no idea what Sherlock's problem was with Ben. I hadn't met him, but I'd read Mycroft's "report." If Mycroft was right, which I didn't doubt, than Benjamin Deham, called Ben by his friends, was a travel writer of age 36. He came to London to settle down after quitting his job in search of a spouse with which he could start a family with.

What could possibly be Sherlock's problem? He sounded like a great person. Unless he was secretly a serial killer or something, but surely Sherlock would have noticed by now. And If Sherlock had noticed he would have warned me.

Recently, in the two months we have officially been a "couple," Sherlock has become very protective of me. Whenever we have a new case, he won't let me anywhere near the current criminal. It was sweet but very annoying. And he thinks it goes only one way, but it doesn't. I worry about him just as much as he worries about me, but I'm not going to tell him to stop working cases. It's what he loves.

I love him, so I have to respect that there is danger involved in that. I remembered the conversation we had the day after he awoke, following the debacle with the poison tea.

"John, you know I love you, but you can't love me."

"Why not? You're being stupid."

My heart beat faster. No, no, no! I had just gotten what I wanted. Please, don't let him take it all away.

"Criminals like Moriarty are still out there. Maybe not as severe, but you recall the day at the pool. He kidnapped you, only a few weeks after we met. We were hardly friends. If any word gets out that I love you, they'll take you, John. You know I love you, but I can't let you love me. It isn't right. You'll get killed and then I won't have a partner and I'll quit my job and go back on drugs and-"

Sherlock sped up, panicking at the thought of losing me. I couldn't possibly imagine a sweeter moment.

"I love you. I'm not going to let anyone get to me. Okay? I promise I will be nothing but careful. If you want, no one needs to know. We don't have to date openly, but I'm not going to let you push me away."

He had finally agreed, but deemed it unnecessary to date in secret. If we were dating at all, he wanted everyone to know.

Sherlock completes me.

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Cheesy ending, yes I know...but please review. Tell me what you think is gonna happen...i had some very funny guesses from people for the last segment...HAHA

-[myelle