So here's the second and final chapter. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think :)

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John noticed it almost instantly, the change in Sherlock's behaviour. It wasn't the change he expected to see either. John had expected things to go back to normal with Sherlock no longer being distracted and being able to work properly. This wasn't the case. Sherlock seemed to have retreated even further into his mind now, not even speaking to John and always with the same blank expression on his face.

This isn't what John had wanted. Maybe telling Sherlock he didn't have feelings for him was the wrong thing to say. But even so, Sherlock shouldn't have been acting like this.

John had tried talking to Sherlock but he couldn't get through, he just didn't know what was wrong. When Sherlock turned down one of the more interesting cases that Lestrade brought him John knew something was really wrong and he had to do something.

He tried everything he could think of but nothing seemed to work. It took a month of Sherlock acting like this for John to finally snap.

"Sherlock, will you bloody just talk to me!" John yelled, "I'm your best friend, I'm just trying to help."

What John hadn't been expecting was Sherlock's answer.

"Exactly! You're just my best friend, nothing more! I have to work through this on my own so just leave me be!" yelled Sherlock in return.

And before John could reply Sherlock was heading to his room and had slammed the door after him.

Two days later and Sherlock hadn't been out of his room so John took him some tea and toast as an apology for yelling at him and since Sherlock wouldn't have eaten anything in the two days he'd been locked away.

After knocking on the door and hearing no answer he decided to just go in anyway. He hadn't expected to see Sherlock like he was, curled up in a ball, arms wrapped tightly around his knees.

"Sherlock?" asked John quietly, placing the tea and toast down before sitting on the edge of the bed.

John tentatively placed his hand on Sherlock's arm and was surprised when Sherlock seemed to relax under his touch instead of pulling away.

"Sherlock," said John again, "please talk to me, I only want to help. Something has been wrong ever since we stayed in that cottage. I thought I'd fixed it by telling you I didn't have feelings for you but that only seemed to make it worse. Please Sherlock, just tell me what's wrong."

"You really want to know?" asked Sherlock, looking up at John for the first time since he'd entered the room.

"Yes, I do," replied John, had still on Sherlock's arm.

"And you promise you won't leave after I tell you?"

"I won't leave."

"No, you've got to promise."

"Sherlock, I promise I won't leave you, now can you please just tell me what's wrong, I hate seeing you like this."

"Fine," said Sherlock, taking a deep breath, "Remember how I turned up at the cottage the day after you left. I wasn't entirely honest with you about why I showed up."

Sherlock paused and John could see he was trying to find the right words so he just sat in silence, waiting for Sherlock to speak.

And then Sherlock cracked, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them.

"I couldn't go a single day without being with you!" the detective exclaimed, "I missed you far too much, so much in fact that I even asked my brother for a favour and drove out to meet you. Me, Sherlock Holmes, having to leave London because I couldn't bear the thought of being without you and of you being alone."

The detective stopped talking as if he had just realized the words that had escaped his mouth, which was unusual for Sherlock, who always thought things through and never said or did anything he hadn't planned to.

John just sat there in shock, not sure how to respond.

"Sherlock, what are you saying?" asked John, still trying to organize his own thoughts.

"What I'm saying is that I'm in love with you, I have been for a while. I thought I'd deduced that you loved me too, I was even planning on telling you, but then you told me you didn't have feelings for me so I didn't say anything. I understand if you want to leave now, move out, or I can move out if you'd prefer to stay here. I didn't want things to be awkward between us, that's why I never told you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship but if that's what I've done we can go our separate ways."

Sherlock was now blushing a deep red colour at what he'd just said, he hadn't meant to reveal so much.

The words Sherlock were saying finally organized themselves in John's brain and he understood what Sherlock was saying, he was in love with him. How could he have been so blind not to see that? John realized how much of an idiot he'd been, especially telling Sherlock what he had.

John then burst out laughing, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the situation. If they'd both just been honest with each other none of this would've happened. When he saw the confused look on Sherlock's face he stopped laughing, remembering he hadn't actually responded to what Sherlock had said.

He smiled warmly at Sherlock and said "I love you too."

"But-" John cut Sherlock off before he could continue.

"What I said about not having feelings for you was a lie. I thought you'd figured out that I was in love with you and it was distracting you from your work so I told a lie so you could forget about me and get back to work," said John.

It was Sherlock's turn to laugh then, "I wasn't trying to figure out how to let you know I wasn't interested in you if that's what you thought. I was trying to figure out if you felt the same way about me so you wouldn't leave me if I told you the truth."

"We're both idiots then," replied John, laughing again and taking Sherlock's hand in his.

"Come on then," said John, pulling Sherlock to his feet, "let's go out to Angelo's and celebrate; Get some food into you before you faint."

The tea and toast sat forgotten in the room as, after Sherlock had gotten dressed into proper clothes, they left the flat heading towards Angelo's. As they were walking down the street hand in hand, Sherlock did something he'd been wanting to do for months, he leaned over and placed a quick kiss on John's cheek. Both now grinning like idiots, they continued on their way, happy that they were finally together.

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