Author's note: so here it is darlings, My final problem: the final chapter. here is your surprise, my dear, or part of it anyway. sianara sweetie,
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P.S: noticed you guys are becoming restless, so here is a link to a little johnlock i was working on as well, some thing to entertain you.

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"For now." Sherlock hesitantly wrapped his other arm around John, hugging him much like he had when he'd found him. John hesitantly hugged him back, secretly breathing in his smell, his warmth, memorising the way he breathed. Sherlock wasn't quite sure how to react or what to do, so he just rested his chin on top of John's head. After a few seconds John awkwardly let go and turned away, towards the door they came through.

"we might as well go home..." Sherlock looked after him, feeling slightly disappointed for some reason.

"I suppose..." John felt bad for walking ahead like that but he didn't want anyone to walk in on them, least of all molly. He walked straight out of the building and called for a taxi. Sherlock followed him, silent for once instead of wittering on about something. He was lost in thought over John.

John opened the door of the cab for Sherlock and climbed in, after giving the driver their address. Sherlock was still quiet. He tucked his chin into his scarf and slouched in his seat a little. John smiled at Sherlock to let him know everything was ok, then turned to the window as usual, but was everything ok? Sherlock couldn't work out what he was feeling. That odd sensation in the pit of his stomach was starting to irritate him, but only because he couldn't understand it. When the cab stopped John paid the driver and got out, holding the door for Sherlock. He got out, thanked John and waited for him by the front door. The feeling in his stomach lessened a little when he was close to John, but it wasn't quite gone. He just felt... odd. John walked up the steps, quiet. He opened front door and walked straight up and into their living room. Sherlock closed the door behind him, took off his coat and scarf then stood there, looking a bit lost. It seemed John had presumed his general occupation of making tea. Sherlock watched him, feeling awkward.

"John," he said, then cursed himself. What was he going to say?

"yeah?"

"... I don't know." Sherlock ran a hand through his hair, sighing in irritation.

..."ok..."

"I'm sorry. I'm... confused."

"um...yeah, huh, me too." Sherlock wandered into the kitchen, his head tilted to the side.

"How?" John concentrated on the tea,

"I think you know Sherlock..." He did. Of course he did. He was Sherlock. It was one of the few times Sherlock had ever felt nervous in his life.

"Yes..." John took as much time as was possible making the tea, but eventually he had to turn round,

"so..." Sherlock moved through the kitchen, picking up various pieces of his science equipment and moving them. He might as well set up an experiment to give himself a reason to avoid John's eye.

"Well? If you have any questions do ask them."

"ummm..." John had no idea what to say, why was this so hard now, after holding it in so long?

"Eloquent," Sherlock commented.

"what about you..?" Sherlock looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"What about me? You mean my... 'feelings', correct?" He felt strange using the word.

"uh, yeah..." Sherlock sighed and focused on a test tube.

"I return them," he said simply, unsure what else to say. Inside, John was over the moon, but he suddenly realised he had no idea what was going to happen next.

"…?" Sherlock sniffed.

"Don't look at me, I don't know how to proceed. Do you think I have ever felt like this before?" John laughed,

"well, neither do I..." John wanted to act as normal as possible so he went into the living room and onto his laptop.

"Mrs Hudson would be over the moon." Sherlock groaned.

"Oh, God. She'll start asking us when we'll be making a happy announcement."

"oh god. what about Lestrade?" There was a thud as Sherlock's head hit the table. John chuckled,

"shall we maybe not tell them? Anderson's face is going to stick in my mind otherwise..."

"Oh, for God's sake. That idiot will ruin everything," Sherlock growled, standing up straight again. He wrinkled his nose and rubbed at his forehead where he'd hit it on the table; perhaps that hadn't been one of his best ideas.

"Are you okay?" John couldn't stop laughing as he asked.

"Fine," he grumbled. John chuckled and turned back to the laptop, mainly because he was nervous. Sherlock huffed and set about gathering various chemicals.

"What does this make us?" he asked, pouring something particularly corrosive into a test tube carefully.

"I'm not really sure..."

"Helpful."

"hey, I don't have much experience either..."

"But you have been in relationships before, unlike me."

"yeah, I suppose...I guess we're boyfriends?" The glass of the test tube clinked against the bottle; while he'd been expecting the term, it still surprised Sherlock.

"I suppose that's the correct name."

"hmmm"

"There's just one problem, John."

"oh?" he looked up. Sherlock gave up on the experiment he'd been using as a distraction and went over to the sink to wash his hands, leaving the chemicals out on the counter as per usual.

"Moriarty's going to have a field day."

"huh?" Sherlock dried his hands on a tea towel.

"At the morgue, he picked up on my behaviour. He knows that there's something between us, at least."

"oh, I doubt he'll do anything..." Sherlock's hands gripped the counter beside the sink.

"Doubt he'll do anything? Don't be dense, John."

"I mean anything more drastic, he wouldn't just kill me, its not fun enough."

"But now he knows he can get to me even more through you now." John blushed slightly.

"I suppose, but he would use me anyway I expect..."

"Undoubtedly." Almost hesitantly, Sherlock went to join John in the main room. He sat in his armchair, thankful again that Jim was no longer claiming it.

"But he'll know it will cause me more pain, therefore he'll enjoy it more."

"hmm..." John didn't really know what to say, this was very awkward. The violin caught Sherlock's eye, but he didn't know if he wanted to play it - odd. If anything, he just felt tired, which was also odd. John checked the time; it was early, but he was tired.

"I think I might go to bed soon." he closed the laptop and sipped the last of his tea.

"Ah, so I'm not the only one, then." Sherlock got to his feet and went to get himself a glass of water to take to his room. He was completely unaware of the double meaning of his words. John chuckled at Sherlock's blunder, almost certain that he said it innocently. Almost. Sherlock paused in the doorway to his room.

"Goodnight, John. Sleep well."

"goodnight..." John walked up to his own room, smiling at Sherlock, who smiled a little in response.

As you may have guessed, My dear, this is the end. Well, not the end, that will be in my next story, or the one after that, but a reprieve none the less. im going to keep this as in progress for now, as i will be writing a sequal to continue this story line but i might want to take thin in a new direction. once i have started it, i will add a final chapter to this, a little extra for those who just keep begging for more. like your surprise honey?

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