When they returned to 221B Baker Street, Mrs Hudson welcomed both her boys with open arms as if nothing had happened. Sherlock had gone to visit her before he'd gone to see John, so he would have a place to stay. Mrs Hudson had been just as surprised and cross as John had been, but she hated having nobody living in the flat and allowed Sherlock to move back in at once. She'd been utterly bored without her boys to clean up after, and couldn't bear to donate any of Sherlock's science equipment to a school. John walked upstairs and it was as if nothing at all had changed. Last time he had been in 221B he and Mrs Hudson had been packing John's things into boxes so he could move. It seems Sherlock had hired someone to move everything back when they were visiting Mycroft. There was even a science experiment on the dining table, fizzing and bubbling away.

"I'm so glad you boys are moving back in!" Mrs Hudson hugged them both together. "I've made up both your bedrooms, if you'll still need two, that is."

John and Sherlock looked at each other nervously. John smiled and shook his head at Mrs Hudson, "We'll only need one, thanks,"

"Finally, you boys! You've no idea how long I've been waiting for you two to get together. Fancy that, eh? Sherlock comes back and you two fall in love, it's like Christmas come early!" She gave them both an extra squeeze. "I'll put the kettle on shall I?"

John and Sherlock smiled at one another. They went and sat down on the sofa, Sherlock picking up his violin on the way and twiddling with it as they sat.

"John, what have you been doing since my, er, death?" Sherlock asked, tuning his violin quietly. He couldn't help blurting out. "Have you been seeing anyone?"

He immediately regretted asking it as John turned all red and went quiet.

"Sorry, I'm just curious…" Sherlock whispered, leaning his head on John's shoulder.

"Yes, I did, I got drunk a lot and I slept with a lot of girls because I thought it might make me feel better," John said, sounding like there was a lump in his throat.

"I knew about the alcohol, you told Molly,"

"Yeah, didn't tell her about the girls. I was a bit of a twat. I'm not proud of it and I'm obviously not going to do it again…" John snuggled into Sherlock, "Because I have you!"

Sherlock kissed the top of his beautiful John's head. Mrs Hudson came in with cocoa for everyone and someone convinced Sherlock to have a go at playing Puppy Love on his violin. He muttered something about silly love songs and being a bit rusty with his playing, but he played just as beautifully as before.

Before long, Mrs Hudson went downstairs to bed and John started yawning and rubbing his eyes like a tired child. Sherlock smiled, he loved it when John was tired.

"Is John sleepy?" Sherlock cooed.

"I'm a grown man, Sherlock!" John rolled his eyes, but as he did so he let out a little yawn. "Well, now that you mention it…"

"Bed time!" Sherlock sang.

There was a brief awkward muttering about whether they should share a bed and, if so, whose? They decided yes and that they would sleep in Sherlock's, because Sherlock pouted about having a nice indent in the mattress where he liked to sleep.

So they retired to bed. John started getting undressed and Sherlock felt himself squirming awkwardly. Was he going to see John naked? Did he want to see John naked? This was it, the friendship was over and something entirely new had begun. Sherlock didn't try to hide the fact that he was admiring John as he changed into a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms. In fact, Sherlock stopped unbuttoning his shirt so that he could focus his attention on John almost entirely naked. John noticed that Sherlock was no longer getting changed.

"You are comfortable with all this, right?" John asked, sliding on the pyjama pants and blocking Sherlock's view, which he had really been enjoying.

"Yes, sorry, got lost in thought…" Sherlock tried not to blush.

Sherlock himself also got changed into a pair of pyjama bottoms; both men went shirtless as it was wonderfully warm sharing a bed. Sherlock lay in the indentation he had made and John cuddled up to him.

"I am very much the man in this relationship," John whispered.

"Are you implying that I'm not manly?" Sherlock rolled over to face John. He could just make out the outline of his face in the darkness. "I'm very manly!"

"You keep thinking that," John smirked, interlacing his fingers with Sherlock's.

"So, what, I'm the woman in our relationship?"

"Yes." John smirked. He gave Sherlock a quick kiss. "Now go to sleep!"

Sherlock rolled over, and mumbled to himself huffily. John smiled and happily drifted off into sleep.

Sherlock's brain was whizzing again. Was that a good thing or was that John asking Sherlock to change? Did every same sex relationship have a more masculine partner and a more feminine partner or was Sherlock just some kind of freak? This was the one of the only times Sherlock wished he had more experience with romance. If he'd been in a romantic relationship before then he'd know exactly what to do, but he hadn't, he was an inexperienced freak.

Sherlock silently slipped out of the bed covers and went into the living room. He didn't want to wake John, so left his violin where he had discarded it. He didn't want nourishment, digestion slowed down his thought process, and they were out of both cigarettes and nicotine patches. He was on his own.

Sherlock got out his laptop and opened the internet. He Googled the question that was dancing around his mind: was it normal to have a feminine participant in a same sex relationship. It seemed like a long shot but there were several hits on Yahoo! Answers.

He muttered to himself, making mental notes of what each person was asking and replying with. Eventually, after an hour and a half of desperate searching on Yahoo and scouring several psychological and gay pride websites he was still unsure. However, he was tired and thought that he might just be able to sneak a few hours of disturbed sleep. He would never be able to sleep properly with the question still taunting him. He crept back to his room and saw John sleeping peacefully. He slid in next to him, trying his best not to wake the beautiful man just inches away.

John did stir, his eyes fluttering open and a small moan escaping his lips. He blinked at Sherlock who was still tucking himself back into the covers.

"Were you up?" he groaned sleepily. "Did you have to wake me?"

"Sorry, I tried not to?"

John yawned and wrapped an arm around his restless friend. "What's on your mind?"

"Is it a good thing?"

"Is what a good thing?"

"Me being the woman in this relationship…" Sherlock was wary of snuggling up to his lover just yet. "Is that a good thing?"

"Why would it be a bad thing?"

"I don't know, I've never been in a relationship before."

"Of course it's not a bad thing. It's a cute thing, and that definitely makes it a good thing!" John smiled, prodding Sherlock's angular face affectionately.

"Are you sure?" Sherlock sounded anxious still. "I don't want to disappoint you. I can be manlier if you want!"

"I don't want you to change at all, silly!" John smiled. "You're Sherlock Holmes, you're perfect! You don't need to change one bit!"

"Positive?" Sherlock's voice was a tiny squeak now.

"Yes!" John snuggled down to sleep again.

Suddenly Sherlock whispered in a barely audible voice. "Are you 100% certain?"

John silenced him with a kiss. "Yes, now shut up and go to sleep!"