"Mr Watson- John, maybe you should go home. Get some rest. He'll still be here."

John looked down at Sherlock's sleeping form. He looked so helpless. John couldn't leave him. He just couldn't.

"Thanks for the concern, Doctor, but I think I'll stay here. Just a little longer."

The doctor shrugged,but left the room.

John put his elbows on Sherlock's bed and let his head fall into his hands. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped you. You don't have to do things alone anymore." He could feel a burning in his eyes. "I just want to understand Sherlock. Why?"

He looked up at Sherlock. He was as still- and quiet- as ever. John sighed. 'Maybe if I get some more coffee, I can stay up through the night.' He started to get up but he remembered something he had been carrying with him for a while.

He placed the toy in Sherlock's hand. "Just, come back to me."

As he pulled open the door, he felt something hit his back. He turned around slowly- not wanting to be let down.

But there was Sherlock, Sitting in his bed with that stupid smile on his face. Holding the water gun.

"You're right John, I'm not alone. I have you."

John nearly ran back to Sherlock's side. Almost hugging him- almost. He wasn't happy enough to overstep the boundaries Sherlock had set down.

Sherlock glanced down at the gun. "Does this mean we can have more of those nights?"

John's eyes almost popped out of his head. Did he hear right? Was Sherlock saying what he thought?

"Do, um, do you want more?"

"Oh god yes, John."

John forced out a chuckle. "Would now be an appropriate time to talk about it?"

Sherlock's face fell a bit. "I don't know what you want John. And I don't know what to tell you"

"How about what made you do it. Never once in the time that I have spent with you have you said anything that would give away feelings. And then one night you're suddenly all over me. I don't understand."

Sherlock looked at his hands, twiddling his thumbs before answering. "I don't quite understand it myself. One day I'm asexual, then you walk into my life, and I'm not sure of myself anymore. Yes, my deducting skills were always the same, and I never looked twice at anyone. But then you came to the lab that day- came to live with me- and it changed. I finally cared for someone, had something to worry about." He looked back up at John. "I have always been able to tell anything about a person by looking at them. But not you. How was I supposed to know you felt the same- or anything at all really. You continually say that you aren't gay."

John was speechless for a minute. Did he really feel that way? Was John ready to give up everything for this man? This incredibly amazing man. "Sherlock-"

"John, please don't say anything you don't mean just to 'spare me.'"

"Will you let me talk at least? I don't know what to think. I'm not gay, but it's different with you. I really like you Sherlock. I think the moment I really knew, was when we were in that building and I walked in on you and- and, oh god Sherlock there was so much blood." His head fell back into his hands. This time he couldn't stop the tears that pushed their way to the surface.

He felt long skinny arms pulling him into the bed. John didn't fight it anymore, he laid down next to Sherlock, letting himself get enveloped with care and protection.

"Never again John."

John laughed. "There will always be an again. It's what you do. Risk your life to prove you're clever."

He paused, "Yes, but this time I have you."

John looked up at Sherlock, his eyes moving down to those perfect lips. "Can I?"

"Yes John."

John leaned forward slowly, never having done this with a man, and it was Sherlock's first kiss.

"Just do it already."

He lightly pushed his lips against Sherlock's. It was perfect.

"Sherlock, I love you."

Big confession! Just a little Johnlock fluff at the end, but the next- and possibly last chapter will have a bunches of smut!

Reviews are welcome, as always. Are as ideas. Thanks for reading