In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. He created man and creature, land and sea, light and darkness, and life and death.
Right now, death was terrified.
John continued his stroll towards him, and Sherlock debated on vanishing again. Of course, Sherlock needed to know why Greg had been talking to John, and vanishing would just upset him.
"You were quiet today," Sherlock said by way of explanation, the why are you here clear in John's eyes. "I grew worried."
"You were worried because I didn't try and commit suicide?" He looked amused.
"Yes, well, you have the ability to turn my whole world on its head," Sherlock replied dryly.
"Do I, now?" John grinned up at Sherlock, who proceeded to blush furiously.
"Now, John-"
"Just give me the word," John said, cutting Sherlock off. "And I will leave you alone forever."
Sherlock blinked down at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"I've been giving you a hard time," John sighed. "Making your job difficult. If you tell me to stop, I will."
"I don't want you to hurt yourself," Sherlock replied evasively.
"That's not an answer," John replied. "Just tell me to stop, and I will."
"I visited you nearly every day, in Afghanistan," Sherlock blurted out quickly, trying to find the words to explain himself. "After you healed Bill Murray."
"After I...no, that was just luck."
"No, it wasn't," Sherlock shook his head. "I had begun to take his soul when you stopped me."
"Stopped you?" John frowned at him. "I didn't...all I did was grab his chest, I didn't-"
"Yes, you did," Sherlock interrupted. "No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull his soul out."
"But, I'm just me..." John broke off, looking shell shocked.
"Yes, you're you. You are brilliant and kind, and the best person I have ever have had the fortune to meet. So no, I don't want to never see you again, John. But the idea of you hurting yourself to see me is loathsome."
John lunged forward at that, pressing his lips against Sherlock's before he could stop him. But oh, did it feel nice.
"John!" Sherlock broke off the kiss after a moment, terror quickly setting in. After what had happened to Otto…
John was smiling at him, still so very much alive. Sherlock grabbed John, trying to see if he could detect his soul, but there was nothing.
"You're still alive." The relief was evident, and John reached up to stroke his cheek in response.
"I'm still here. Was that alright?"
"Yes," Sherlock gulped. "More than alright."
"You have finally found each other." A warm voice said, and Sherlock turned to see the Shining One standing there, a fond look on his face. "I was beginning to worry."
"Er, hello." John said awkwardly. "Are you another of Sherlock's brothers?"
The Shining One laughed brightly. "I am not an angel, no."
"I do believe your people have named him 'God'," Sherlock breathed, and John's mouth gaped open. "No need to worry, John. He is our father."
"A bit soon to be meeting your parents, isn't it?" John joked weakly, earning another laugh from The Shining One.
"He was made for you, Sherlock." The Shining One said. "And you, for him."
"I'm just a human." John shook his head, worry still on his face.
"Just as my son was born a human, so too were you," The Shining One replied kindly. "Sherlock needed to find you, and you needed to understand what it was like to be human before you took on the full weight of your responsibilities."
"My responsibilities?" John all but squeaked.
"Sherlock is the angel of death, but without life, there is no death, and without death, we never truly learn to live," The Shining One placed a hand on John, who began to glow a pure light. "So, my child, you shall balance out death, with life."
"The angel of life." Mycroft's voice stole Sherlock's attention, and he turned to look at the angel. "He's been working a long time on him."
"You knew of John?"
"I wasn't allowed to say anything," Mycroft replied. "You were supposed to find him on your own. And you refused to speak to me for over a thousand years."
Sherlock rolled his eyes in response before turning back to John, who had stopped glowing. Dark blue eyes quickly found his, and they both smiled in response.
"Do you like the violin?" Sherlock asked.
"Do I…what?" John frowned in confusion at the non-sequitur.
"I play the violin when I'm thinking, sometimes I don't talk for days on end," Sherlock replied, trying to sound breezy. "Potential flatmates ought to know the worst about each other."
"Hang on, who said anything about flatmates?"
"I did, just now." Sherlock paused. "If that's alright with you."
"Oh god, yes."
A/N:
This is it, the final chapter. This moment is so incredibly bittersweet. Insatiable was the first ever fanfiction I started, and I was so nervous to have people read my writing. When this fic got followers, I cried, and when it got over 10 I cried again. I knew that as soon as I hit 30 followers that it wouldn't get over that, but you all continue to surprise me with your support. I re-read the first chapter of this fic just the other day, and I can see the improvement in my writing. It's only because of you wonderful people that any of my other fics got off the ground. I love you all so so so much, and I cannot begin to tell you how much you all mean to me.
So farewell, Insatiable. It's been fun.
Robottko