I have decideed not to do in order after all. Simply because ideas don't come to me that way lol.
All told from Johns POV
Memories Chapter 2 - A New Kind Of Perfection
Just Last Year.
I entered the flat warily after being gone for a few days. It was a small medical conference in the south i had been invited to, which would have been simple enough had i not been living with Sherlock Holmes.
The night before i left Sherlock decided i had never told him that i would be going away and was offended that i did not deem him important enough to know. We had a massive argument and i left. Simple as. Now i return to find a frighteningly silent flat. At least it was all in one piece, i thought. But then you never can be too sure with Sherlock, my mind then added.
I slowly climbed the stairs and stepped into the living room. All okay, i noted. I checked the kitchen and the bathroom; they were both okay, which left me with mine and Sherlock's bedrooms. Well, mine was more like a storage room now but i figured he probably would have found something to experiment on. I looked in our room, nothing. Yup, i thought, experimentation on my old stuff.
This is what you get for leaving him alone, i mentally scolded myself.
I stood, almost frightened, outside my old bedroom door before silently pressing down the handle and entering the dusty little room.
Now, many things surprise me, like when two random people on a soap get together, or when some unknown singer who can't actually sing, gets to number one with some rubbish auto tuned... thing, but the sight that greeted me when i entered the room was one that would change that.
A smile was suddenly etched onto my face as i cast my eyes over the tangled mess that was Sherlock's body. He was curled tightly around himself, rocking slightly, wearing my favourite jumper and clutching what appeared to be Mr Bear, whom i had introduced to Sherlock a few weeks ago. The feeling of happiness that he missed me so was soon wiped away by the feeling of wretched guilt though, when i realised that Sherlock was rocking lightly due to harsh tears that seemed to have been falling since the moment i left. He seemed to be aware of my presence so i sat behind him and kissed his cheek.
"Sherlock, what's wrong?" I asked as soothingly as possible.
He sniffled.
"i thought you would never come back." He replied, surprising me with his bluntness.
I sighed at his naivety and moved him to face me before pulling him in for a hug.
He slumped into my body as the tears stopped falling and he calmed slowly in my embrace.
"I am never, ever going to leave you! You big idiot." For whatever reason calling him an idiot seems to make him smile when it comes from me.
We lay like that for a while, until Sherlock looked up and swiftly moved in for a kiss. He lips pressed passionately against mine and i moaned at the immediate and intense pleasure a simple kiss was creating. Now, as Sherlock demonstrated earlier, the things that it took to surprise me were severely changed that day but what happened next was really what changed it all.
Sherlock suddenly leapt out of the bed and ran out of the room. I was about to go after him but by the time i had managed to sit up he had already returned with a smug look on his face.
He stood directly in front of me and then knelt ( i did not notice at the time but he was in fact on one knee) so that his face was almost directly in line with mine.
"John, whilst you were away i was thinking. I never want to leave you and you said you would never leave me. I love you and you love me. I accept you and you accept me. I understand you and you... umm well you make me tea. What i am saying is i believe this is the appropriate course of action to take when you want to spend the rest of your life with someone." Sherlock pulled out a plain silver band. "John, will you marry me?"
Without giving a definite answer i reached out in awe and took the ring from him. That was when i noticed an inscription on the inside.
JW+SH=A new kind of perfection.
Without being overly romantic the inscription was sweet and loving, especially for Sherlock. I would have said yes anyway but the ring was definitely the clincher, as i slipped it on my ring finger and whispered a low 'yes' before pulling him for a kiss that was verging on violent, as we both became more and more excited, in several different ways.
OHHHHHHHHHHH i just love married john and Sherlock. I don't care if it would never happen they are just too god damn cute ! plEASEEE REVIEW LOL : P