Ok, so I know the last chapter was a lot longer than the others had been, but I really got into something and just didn't want to stop! But anyways I hope you liked the ending I thought it was adorable! And by the way, we reached over 1,000 views guys! That is just awesome to me! You all seriously have NO idea what that means for me! Thank you alll so so so so so much!
When Sherlock awoke late that following morning he took in a deep breath the smell of flowery shampoo filled his nostrils and his eyes fluttered open. At first he couldn't think of why Celeste was in the same bed as him nor did he remember falling asleep but as it slowly came to him he smiled into her hair and pulled her closer to him, her grip tightened around his waist. As he looked down he saw she had her legs wrapped around one of his and one of his hands was resting on the back of her head the other draped genitally over her waist his hand resting on her lower back. He looked back down at her face and rested his lips against her forehead as he placed a soft kiss. I could do this for the rest of my life. Sherlock thought to himself. He had yet to notice John standing at the door of his bedroom watching them.
John had been early, thinking that Sherlock was surely awake by now in fact besides the time he had been drugged he didn't think he had actually seen Sherlock sleep before. John leaned against the door frame watching for a few moments longer, wondering if he should ruin Sherlock's happy moment. Part of him wanted to, to suddenly break him from the happy moment he was having like he did to him, but the other part, a much smaller part, wanted to just let him lay there with her after all, he's only ever seen Sherlock smile like that when he was on a case. Looking down at his watch John saw it was almost one, he couldn't let Sherlock lay in bed all day, well he could, but he wasn't about to. Standing straight he cleared his throat just loud enough for Sherlock to hear him, not wanting to wake both of them.
Sherlock froze as he heard someone clear their throat his eyes peaked over the top of Celeste's hair meeting John's eyes. John was smirking, so not mad, or maybe mad, his eyes held more amusement instead of anger, how long had he been standing there? John placed a finger to his lips to signal Sherlock to keep quiet and he slipped out of the room leaving Sherlock and a still sleeping Celeste alone.
Moving carefully and quietly Sherlock got dressed leaving Celeste to sleep and went into the sitting room where John was sitting in the same chair he had been last night. They stared at each other for a few moments before John broke the silence. "So, that was an rare sight." The smirk still sat on his lips.
"She came in last night saying she couldn't sleep." Sherlock said, not knowing why he felt the need to explain himself, John didn't seem mad or upset. "How long were you standing there?"
"About half and hour. I was wondering when one of you would wake up." John stood up, the strange smirk still sat on his face. "So is that what you like then? Someone who's gone and lost her marbles?"
"What are you talking about?" Sherlock asked, not liking where this was going.
"You heard me, here I always thought you were too good for the things the rest of us enjoy but really you have weaknesses just like the rest of us." His face relaxed a bit and the smile he was used to seeing on John's face returned. "I've never actually seen you sleep before, besides the time Irene drugged you that is, or seen you smile like that, at anyone. And I guess I was just shocked at first but it's really nice to see that you've found something besides cases, dead bodies, drugs, and faking your death to make you happy."
"I didn't need those things because I wasn't happy. I needed them because I was bored."
"Well, either way, it's good to see you actually have someone. It might make the transition easier for her when she does get her memory back." John said. They heard movement above as Celeste who seemed to have woken up, was moving about.
"I'm going to make sure she's alright." Sherlock said dashing back up the stairs.
"Put some clothes on while you're at it!" John shouted after him.
As Sherlock came around the corner he could see the the tips of Celeste's hair whip around the corner of the door that led to the bathroom. He took a few long strides down to the door and peaked his head in the door way. Celeste was messing with the knobs on the bath. She twisted the cold tap over a third of the way then twisted the hot tap all the way over, he watched as she waited a few moments before carefully sticking her hand under the running water deciding she liked the temperature it was at she reach in and put the plug in the drain letting the tub fill up with water to about six inches below the brim when she turned off the water. She stood up and was reaching for the base of her top to take it off when Sherlock spoke making her jump and almost fall into the tub. "It's ok! Sorry, I uh, just wanted to let you know John's here and me and him will be downstairs." He said this all quite quickly as he rushed forward to help her up. "Are you alright?" Celeste nodded smiling up at him.
"Thank you." She said her voice still heavy with sleep she rubbed one of her eyes. "Bath." She said pointing. "You go." She walked him to the bathroom door shutting it behind him with a click telling him she locked it. He couldn't help but chuckle.
By the time he got dressed and got back into the sitting room where John was still sitting, John had helped himself to making some tea and turning on the telly flipping through channels. As Sherlock entered he turned his head towards him, "Oh, about time. Thought you went back to bed or something. Where's Celeste?"
"Taking a bath. She told me out and locked the door." John laughed.
"Already telling you what to do huh? I like her more and more. Who knows she might just be good for you Sherlock." John held out a second cup of tea. "Cuppa?"
"Yes, thank you." Sherlock took it standing close by the stairs in case Celeste called for help, only paying half attention to what John was talking about, something about Mary and a show she had gotten him fond of. When he heard foot steps behind him he turned around the cup of tea half way to his lips as Celeste came down them her hair still wet from the bath and wearing a pair of dark blue jeans that flaired out at the bottom and a black T-Shirt with a light blue heart that rested over her ribs. "I was starting to think you were never coming down." Sherlock said looking her up and down.
She simply smiled walking over and placing a small quick kiss on the side of his lower jaw before pulling away to walk over and hug John. John gave her a quick one arm hugged back, "Sleep well?" He asked she nodded. "Thats good." Celeste looked down at her stomach and walked over towards the kitchen opening the fridge and began to fry up some eggs and sasuage, within a few minutes the entire flat smelled heavenly. She brought down three plates and put two eggs on two of the three plates, only one on the third, the same going with the sasuage. She grabbed a couple of forks and brought Sherlock and John the plates with the most food, not saying anything as she walked back into the kitchen grabbing the plate with the least amount and sat down at the table and began to eat. Sherlock at John looked at each other as John took a bite. "Well, they're done. And really good." He took another bite as Sherlock nibbled at his, it was good, but it bothered him that she took the least amount instead of more like she clearly needed.
Sherlock walked over to the table and made to push the extra sasuage onto her plate but she stopped him. "Eat." She simply said with a smile finishing the last bit that was on her plate before placing it in the sink and walking into the sitting room taking the now empty plate from John. As she passed Sherlock who hadn't moved she looked back at him nudging him in the arm. "Eat." She said again before walking over to the sink and washing her and John's dishes.
"Celeste, you really should be the one eating." He pushed his plate towards her again but she held up her hand.
"Full." She patted her stomach. "You eat." She went back to washing the plates.
"Sherlock, can I talk to you about something?" John asked, he could tell Sherlock wasn't going to back down.
"Not now John. Celeste you need to eat more than just-"
"Sherlock!" John raised his voice Celeste tensed up, her hands stopped moving in the middle of rising off a plate. "Now. It's important."
Sherlock looked at Celeste who was still tensed up, her shoulders ridgid staring unblinking into the sink as the water washed down the drain. "Celeste..." He reached a hand out towards her and for the first time she shyed away from his touch.
"John, talk." She pointed towards John. "I fine." She looked quickly at him not meeting his eyes. "Go." She gave him an empty smile.
He reached towards her again as John spoke, "Sherlock, for once in your life just listen to me." Sherlock sighed his arm raised halfway between him and Celeste as he let it drop next to him as he set his plate down and walked over to John.
"What?" He almost spat at him.
"First off, let her eat however much or little she wants, you can't make her rush anything." John scolded, Sherlock felt like he was back in school being talked at by a teacher. "Secondly, do not push yourself on her. You want her to trust us, which means we have to stop yelling at each other."
"You were the one shouting." Sherlock pointed out.
"Because you don't listen. Now listen you want her to get better, not worse. Just let her be and let her get into a rountine of her own. You have to remember we don't know what all happened to her and we don't need to set her off." John looked around Sherlock at Celeste who was placing the clean and dried plates into the cabinet. "Whatever we have against each other needs to stop, at least around her."
Sherlock looked back watching her out of the corner of his eye, "Fine." He said after a few moments. "But that means you can't be shouting whenever I don't listen."
"Fine." They gave each other some dirty looks before either spoke again.
"So, where are we going to start with her?" Sherlock asked.
"Well, I was thinking that we would see where she needs work on, she can obviously bathe herself and dress herself, I would start with keeping up with expanding her vocabulary and get her to talk in sentances. Maybe even start to try and talk to her about her life before her Father went crazy." John said the last part watching Sherlock's face carefully for the reaction.
"You really think we should even talk about that with her? I thought we were trying to help her not scar her worse."
"We will need to bring it up eventually, but for now I really see no reason to do so. We can't protect her from it forever. She has to come to terms with it evetually." John said, Sherlock sighed.
"I know... I just, don't want to if we don't have to..."
"What? Are you just hoping one day she will wake up and remember everything?" John said shaking his head, "I'm not going to lie to you, it could happen, but it's exreamly rare. And gets rarer by the day. Either she will, or she wont. That's what it comes down to."
Sherlock looked back at John, he had only seen John look like this once before when they had invegsigated Baskervile, and he knew then, even if he didn't know before, that John would always tell him the entire truth even when he didn't need to hear it. "Alright." Sherlock said walking over towards Celeste, she watched him for a moment her body tensed again but relaxed as he stopped next to the plate and placed the last few bites into his mouth. "Better?" He asked her, she smiled at him a real smile and walked over to him.
He thought for a second she was going to hug him but instead she took the plate from his hands looking up at him said, "Thank you Sherlock." she turned back to the sink and started to clean it when she stopped because Sherlock had stepped up next to her reaching his hand into the sink taking the plate from her she looked up at him surprised.
"You go have a sit down and talk with John. I've got this." She stared at him, at a loss of words. "Go on," He nudged her out of the way taking over. She stood there for a moment longer watching him a small look of surprise and happiness upon it.
"Why?" She asked.
Sherlock stopped drying his hands off before turning towards her, placing one hand on her hip one on her cheek as he pressed his lips to her forehead pulling away just far enough to mumble. "Because, you are not a slave." He felt a single tear hit the side of his hand that rested on her cheek.