John sat in the back of a cab, unable to think. He kissed me. Sherlock Holmes kissed me. And…I kissed him back. John was running his finger over his lips when the cab stopped. John did not remember telling the cabbie where to go, but when he looked out the window he saw Harry's house. This is a good a place as any. He got out of the cab, and paid the cabbie before walking up to his sister's door and knocking. Harry swung out.

"John! This is unexpected. But good!…Are you okay?" she asked as she noticed his posture and facial expression.

"I…I don't know what to do." Harry guided him into her house, and sat him in a chair in the living room.

"What happened?"

"I… I've told you about Sherlock?" Harry nodded.

"Not much…but I read your blog." John started.

"You do?" Harry nodded again.

"Then you know… well… basically…Sherlock…kizdmeh." John mumbled.

"Sorry?" asked Harry, starting to smirk.

"He…ahem. He kissed me."

"And…?" questioned Harry.

"And?! He kissed me! What does it mean?" Harry started to laugh.

"What does it mean that he kissed you? It probably means that he fancies you! It's very apparent you fancy him, too, otherwise you wouldn't be so blown over by it."

"I- But- I'm not gay!"

"Apparently you are." Harry smiled at John. "I know how you feel, but you'll get over it."

"No you don't! How can you know?" Harry looked pointedly at John.

"How would I know how it feels to realize that you're gay?"

"Oh." John suddenly felt very foolish. "I guess you would. But…you always knew!"

"No, not really. I did, but not deeply, at least not until I met Clara." John sighed.

"I do love him. I guess…I just didn't know how much until he…you know."

Harry looked at him, surprised. "You love him? That was fast."

"I just… I don't-I…" John stuttered until he noticed how she was smiling at him.

"Shut up!"

"Alright. But I want to hear how it happened." As John told Harriet what had transpired, she started making some dinner. When he finished, Harry laughed.

"Well, the way he thinks, it was probably a completely logical thing to do."

"How's that?"

"You've done all that stuff, that you told him to do, haven't you?"

"I- I guess."

"So… the only thing you hadn't done is kissed. By the way, am I going to have to notify the police that you aren't missing?"

"No. Sherlock will figure out where I've gone. He figures out everything."

"Alright. Do you want to stay here for the night?"

"That would be great. As long as you stay here, too." John corrected.

"I won't go out. I really have been getting better."

"Okay then. I just…I need some time away from Sherlock. So that I can think."

"Sure. If you don't mind sleeping on the couch."

"Not all. And…thank you."

Hello again, lovelys! This one's quite a bit longer. Thanks for sticking with it. I'm thinking reunion for the next chapter? What do you think? Any suggestions? Critisms? Tell me! Use that review box! Please?