Warnings: Johnlock slash , beta'd now, I'm not British, Fluff
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
Special Thanks: QueenLadyAnne, my lovely Beta, who has stuck with me through thick and thin, and also to IBegToDreamAndDiffer for allowing me to use her marriage proposal setting . You are spectacular! (You can find it here: s/7798224/1/Sherlock-Platinum-On-Cobalt)
More Notes at the end of the chapter!
It took Sherlock another week to get John to allow Sherlock out of the flat in order to 'see Molly'. When they are in the cab heading to St. Barts, Sherlock receives a text from his older brother.
Message Received From: Mycroft Holmes, 6:54 p.m.
Everything has been prepared. -MH
Sherlock keeps his face carefully blank as joy blooms within his chest but he allows his left hand to reach across the seat to grab John smaller hand in his own. The rings weigh heavily in his pocket and to himself from fiddling with the box, he traces the army doctor's knuckles.
When the duo arrives at St. Barts, John slowly makes his way to the entrance. He has had bad experiences with this hospital and being here now brings them to his foremind. John shakes his head to dispel the dark thoughts circling in his mind and opens the door for Sherlock. As they make their way down to the morgue, Sherlock begins fidgeting and biting his lower lip due to his nerves. When questioned about his odd behavior, Sherlock would only reply vaguely.
Both men stop outside the morgue's doors when Sherlock gently reaches out and tugs John's arm, bringing them flush together. The detective brings one hand up and traces John's cheek before leaning in to place a sweet kiss upon the blogger's thinner lips. The loving pair withdraw and Sherlock whispers, "I love you, John." The adoring army doctor's face lights up and he hugs the sentimental sleuth closer until his head lays on the taller man's chest. "I love you too." The soulmates then withdraw and John turns to leave. Once again, long lanky fingers curl around the doctor's bicep and tug him around so that he can peer up at the nervous detective. John's brow furrows as he takes in Sherlock's agitation and uncharacteristic uneasiness. When the detective begins to speak John expects the worst.
"What you are about to see may surprise and shock you. No matter how you decide to react will alter that fact that I care and love you deeply. Please remember that." With that, Sherlock turns and opens the door for the fearful doctor. John steps in first but quickly freezes in his tracks as he sees what is laid out before him.
The cold, morgue equipment and tools have been removed and replaced by a medium sized table adorned with a scarlet table cloth, a lit candle, two chairs, Sherlock's violin, and a music stand. John then turns to the tense consulting detective and beams happily as he throws his arms around his soul mate. "Sherlock, this is wonderful! Not that I'm not grateful, but what's all this for?"
The sleuth straightens to his full height, turns his face slightly, and says in an air of feigned indifference, "I wanted to thank you for taking such good care of me." John's grin broadens and he stretches up on his tiptoes to place a lingering kiss against the detective's smooth cheek. "Love, you didn't have to do all this, but thank you anyway." Sherlock only smiles and leads the besotted blogger to the table and sits him gently down. He goes over to his violin case to retrieve his beloved violin and draws the bow lightly across the strings. He tunes the pegs for a few seconds but then quickly sweeps John away in his beautiful melody.
Many people would assume that Sherlock is an emotionless machine, but if they could see him like this, they would quickly take back their words. When Sherlock plays his violin, it's as if his heart is in what he plays and the tune always seems to depict his feelings, which he can convey better this way, than any words he could ever say. When the detective finally finishes the song, his devoted blogger has tears in his eyes and a grin upon his face. As the consulting detective replaces the violin in its case, John proceeds to stand and wrap his arms around Sherlock's slim waist. "That was beautiful, love. Thank you for this evening." They share a sweet kiss until Sherlock parts from his soulmate long enough to say, "The evening's far from over."
The detective gently pushes his love away and goes to retrieve two plates which are adorned with Angelo's signature ravioli. He then retrieves an expensive looking bottle of wine which he pours into two tall glasses. Sherlock places this all on the table and then proceeds to take John's hands and lead him over to the table. The nervous detective draws out the doctor's chair and motions for him to sit down. Once the blogger has been seated, Sherlock goes over to his own chair, sits, and the pair begins to eat. The meal consisted of stolen glances, hushed tones, and short kisses which were initiated by both men.
As the evening closes, Sherlock seems to become even more restless than before. John's concern only grows when the detective stutters out a reply when asked of his well being. When Sherlock nearly drops his fork for the fifth time, the concerned blogger demands to know what was going on. Sherlock's shoulders slump slightly and his bottom lip protrudes into a small pout. When their eyes meet, the agitated sleuth sighs and goes to stand in front of his soulmate. He gently takes John's hand in his own and traces the knuckles in his grasp.
"As you know, when I was growing up, I didn't have a soulmate. My parents grew concerned when I didn't present with a thread and many nights, I could hear them question each other what was wrong with me. By the time we had met, I had given up all hope that I had in ever finding anyone that would ever love me for me," At this point Sherlock pauses briefly before continuing a little shackingly, "But then, out of nowhere, I met you. You've told me multiple times that I have saved you, but I don't think you realize how much you have saved me. Without you, I would have given up long ago. I was living my life in a daze, I had no idea what I was missing. You are my heart, John. I don't want to go back to the way my life was before you and now I know for certain that I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Sherlock then gets down on one knee and produces a small black box out of his suit pocket. "So, would you give me the honour of becoming my husband?" The consulting detective opens the box and reveals the titanium band within.
The shocked blogger sits staring blankly at his devoted detective, but after several long moments of silence pass, and Sherlock still hasn't received an answer, he slowly gets to his feet and begins withdrawing in on himself. The discouraged detective slowly mumbles out, "It's alright John. We don't have to get married. We can forget all about it and-." The loyal army doctor cuts his soulmate off by grabbing him by his hand and tugging him down onto his lap. Their foreheads touch and John, softly smiling, whispers against his threadmate's lips, "Yes. You mad berk. Yes." Sherlock doesn't know who's crying, but when the pair kiss, it's watery and interrupted periodically with beaming smiles and small laughs of pure euphoria. After taking a cab back to Baker Street, the pair fall into bed together kissing languidly (which are broken just long enough to whisper terms of endearment between the infatuated pair before they come together again for another loving embrace). Soon eyes grow heavy and the couple is snuggled closely together, sharing air and contented smiles.
Notes: I'm so sorry that I'm so late in posting! I've been going through a lot recently and fortunately, I've just got out of school. Thank you for being patient with me. I'm already working on chapter 17. I hope that I can get it up soon. I hope you like it! On to the reviews:
DemonicAngel363 : Aw, I'm so glad you enjoy it! :D *hugs*
Viridianaln9: He is going to propose! *hugs* I hope you like this chapter too!
randomplotbunny: That is exactly what I wanted! I wanted an awkward Sherlock/Mycroft hug! :D How do you think it's gone? I'll fangirl scream with you! *AHHH!* :D
TheMysteriousGeek2345: Yeah, exactly! I survived by... Wait a minute! How did you know? Are you an agent under Moriarty's control?! *to myself* Have I missed one? JK JK, in all seriousness though, Thanks for commenting! haha, I'm glad you like it! I hope the proposal is to your liking? I love your comments :D (I love all comments) but, you and have similar humors lol.