"Well, well, well what do we have here?" came a disembodied voice, ever teasing. They both instantly recognised who had found them.

"Finally, boys. I always knew one day it would come to this"

They had split apart the moment that they heard the distinctive snap; Sherlock had placed himself in front of John, so that it would almost impossible to spot him from the direction the noise had come from. He was ready to save John from the oncoming attacker, even before they knew who it was.

John looked panicked; they had both though that no one would ever find them there, that they were safe. No one had followed them, Sherlock had made sure of that by taking him a very confusing route through the woods that would be almost impossible to follow, and anyway they would have heard someone before.

"Mycroft. What are you doing here?" Sherlock said in an extremely annoyed voice, the kind he would usually use whenever he had to speak to Anderson.

Mycroft had been in a meeting, probably plotting the 'unfortunate death' of a violent political leader, but he had deliberately pulled out. Judging by his the condition of his suit.

"When I saw that you two were together, I just had to come and interrupt…" His lips curled into a very snakelike smile.

"How did you know that?" exclaimed John, in both anger and disbelief. He would never forgive Mycroft for telling Moritay everything, and had tried to avoid him since. But he would sometimes phone him, it would make him feel closer to Sherlock. He did a lot of things like that, to make sure that the memory of Sherlock would always say fresh in his mind. He would never forget a minute they had spent together but he had lived in constant fear that one day those memories would begin to fade.

"He has us both fitted with trackers" Sherlock said calmly.

"What?" John was outraged now and he looked one step from attacking Mycroft, whose face was its usual serene mask, where he stood.

"He did mine years ago, while I was in hospital after being knocked unconscious. He had it inserted into my head". Sherlock gave Mycroft a look of a look of pure hatred, which brought to mind the phrase 'if looks could kill'' if that was the case Mycroft would have dropped dead a thousand times over by now.

"How does he know where I am though? I haven't even been in hospital since we met, and there's no way he could have…" Mycroft was still silent. Nothing seemed to be worthy of a response from him right now. He was usually a lot politer than this.

"The watch he gave you for your birthday" Sherlock said through gritted teeth. " I didn't think youwore it, I haven't seen you wear it before, at least. So I didn't think it was worth mentioning. When I saw you had it on today, I never thought he'd look. I have told him to destroy the system."

"Not worth mentioning? That your brother was planning to track me everywhere I went?" John had started to direct his anger at Sherlock now. "No noo, of course you wouldn't do that" he said in a heavily sarcastic tone.

"I would have, it just wasn't applicable at the time"

Before John could reply, Mycroft interrupted. "John, John. There is no need to worry; it's just my way of keeping you safe"

"Go away Mycroft" Sherlock took a step towards his brother, not in a threatening manner but as if to encourage Mycroft to move.

"But I'm having so much fun" Mycroft said, a note of laughter in his voice.

"Go"Sherlock almost whispered now, and to John's astonishment Mycroft began to walk away.

"Wait…wait. Mycroft?" John had appeared to be in deep thought, then said "If you can track him…then why didn't you know he was alive. He'd be moving"

"I didn't check his tracker for a month or two after he went into hiding. Then I was about to disable it-I had to dot his myself as no one else knew the passcode- and he was moving. So of course, after almost having a heart attack, I went to him"

"Then why didn't you tell me?" John said, his eyes flashing in anger.

"Because, for once, he respected my wishes" Sherlock said, turning back and cupping John's face in his hand, this calmed him a little. Sherlock turned to Mycroft.

"It took you longer than I expected actually." Sherlock's voice was still full of loathing "Another reason I'm smarter than you. I would have looked straight away"

"Sherlock, I don't have as much time as you. I had been-"

"Ruling the government while eating a pile of cream cakes, I know"

"No. Oh forget it." His phone made a buzzing noise and he checked it "As much as I have enjoyed this. I am needed"

"Bye" Sherlock almost hissed.

John was now taking of the watch and examining it "Where is it?"

"Inside the mechanism, even if a watchmaker looked at it it's likely that it would have been left totally undetected"

"Could I sell it?"

"I suppose, if you needed the money. Why did you start wearing it anyway? You said it looked tacky, despite its price"

"Erm" he pushed the hair on the back of his head, as he often did when he felt uncomfortable "It…well it sounds stupid really…It…"

"It made you feel closer to me." He stepped forward and wrapped John in his arms, then planted a kiss on top of his head. Strangely, all this love and affection thing was coming to him very easily now. It had been such a labyrinth of the unknown to him only a few short hours earlier.

"Yes, how did you guess that?"

"I just knew it…it wasn't the usual way. Not something I noticed. I just knew exactly what you were going to say. It wasn't a guess like all of the other times"

"Oh, Sherlock. I didn't think it possible but you're even more fantastic than I could have even imagined"

"I know"

John laughed. Nothing was ever going to stop Sherlock being so over-confident, he would still show off at every opportunity. He just needed to show more people his abilities in person, then they would all believe him again. No. They would know that he wasn't a fake. Know that Moriaty wasn't a hired actor. Know that Richard Brookes was only a fictional character created by Moriaty to bring about his demise. They'd know that Moriaty was the criminal, and that he was, for want of a better word, crazy.

Before, people that didn't even know him actually like him. Or liked that he did at least, they admired him.

"While you still have that watch there, what time is it?"

"Look yourself" Sherlock just stared at him, and made no move to look at his phone. John gave the usual sigh he did when doing something Sherlock wouldn't but looked anyway.

"6.45"

"Ah, so that means we have some time left then... Good thing that no one comes this far into the woods though."

"Yes, we've been here longer than I thought. Time left? Until what? Sherlock!" Before he had finished the question, Sherlock had started to nuzzle his neck, which tickled.

Sherlock stood, I did something wrong ,he thought. John had laughed at him, not in a mean way but it still seemed as if he hadn't been doing what he should I thought I had this figured out. He looked down at John and pouted a little.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing. Nothing" he reiterated, to make sure that Sherlock wouldn't feel upset "Did that upset you?"

"You laughed at me"

"It tickled. But what I meant was, you don't usually get upset over anything."

"Exactly"

"What?"

"I never usually feel like this. I don't know if I like it. And it's your entire fault. No one else does this to me"

"Me? Oh. Wow"

"Yes, John. You've changed me. I'm more…human now 'normal'. Or at least when I'm with you. We went over this before"

"I know. I know, it just still comes as a surprise to me. You're kind of sensitive…."

Sherlockcombed his hand through John's hair, which was sticking up all over - resembling a hedgehog's spikes.

"Sherlock?" His voice was muffled, his head was against Sherlock's shoulder leaving his faced partially buried in Sherlock's huge coat. "Where are we going later?"

"Tonight." Sherlock lowered his head so that his chin was now resting on John's head.

"Okay. What are we doing tonight?"