Author's Note: Final part, yay~ Hope you guys have enjoyed this ride!
Pairing: Philip Anderson x Sherlock Holmes
Warnings: Extremely OOC.
Mourning
Anderson stared blankly as Sherlock's coffin was lowered onto the ground. He could not believe that he was attending his lover's funeral.
A tear run down his left cheek, but he wiped it before anyone could notice it. No one knew about their relationship and it would be awkward to have to answer questions on why he was mourning.
As the last of the dirt fell on the coffin, Anderson turned and left, not willing to attend the reception held after. The funeral itself was hard enough. Barely any of these people who attended knew his lover, and he did not want to explode and blow their cover. Not yet, at least.
As Anderson entered his apartment and turned to close the door, a pair of skinny arms wrapped around his torso.
"How was it?" the owner whispered in Anderson's ear, and Anderson turned to look at them.
"What do you think? Just awful. Even if I know that you are not really dead, it was difficult for me to watch you get buried." Anderson deadpanned before trapping Sherlock's lips with his own.
"Thank you for telling me the truth." Anderson softly said, leaning into Sherlock's arms.
"Of course. I love you." Sherlock whispered, whipping a stray hair from Anderson's eyes.
"I love you too."
The kiss they shared after was one of the few things that kept Anderson sane through Sherlock's hunting of Moriarty. That, and the random presents Sherlock send him.
The reaction of their friends when Sherlock returned and kissed him in front of everyone was priceless.
Author's note: This is it… I might take some stories and make longer versions of them, but this is it for now… Please leave a review! Constructive criticism is welcomed!