Le gasp! She's awake! :)

The doctors fussed over Celeste for almost an hour before the last nurse finally left leaving the three of them alone, Greg and Mycroft had left telling Sherlock that Greg would stop by later to see how they were doing. Celeste sat up in the bed waching the nurse leave waiting until the door shut before speaking. "How long have I been out?" She asked looking at Sherlock who made his way quickly from the couch to the bed where he sat wanting to touch her but afraid that this was all a dream and that she would just turn into smoke and he would be laying on the couch clutching air.

"About two weeks," John said when Sherlock didn't answer.

"Two weeks? Holy hell." Celeste murmered. "What happened?"

"Why don't you tell me what you remember?" John said pulling up a chair next to the bed.

"Well, I remember Sherlock and I were sitting at home. He was on the computer and I was reading a book, when we started fighting about something... I..." She went quiet shutting her eyes thinking really hard. "I was asking him about a dream I'd been having... and there was a man... with a gun?" She looked at Sherlock to see if that was right. "And I remember he pointed it at Sherlock asking where I was and I hit him... that's all I remember..."

John looked at Sherlock and back to Celeste. "Do you remember how you met Sherlock and I?"

She thought really hard and had her eyes shut for so long Sherlock thought she had fallen back asleep. "My Dad..." She said finally slowly opening her eyes as a tear ran down her cheek. And as though she suddenly remembered her head spun around as she gripped Sherlock's arm tightly. "Where is he?! No body called him did they?!"

Sherlock grabbed onto her leaning over her. "No, shh, he's not here, he's gone."

"G-gone?" Celeste stuttered. "What do you mean gone?"

"He was arrested... for murder..." Sherlock said treading carefully, not quite sure what all she exactly remembered.

"So... they found the bodies..." Celeste leaned back a bit, still keeping one hand clutched on Sherlock's. "When did this happen? Everything's a bit... fuzzy."

"About three months ago." Sherlock ran his hand up and down her arm, now that he was touching her he didn't to stop. As John and Sherlock filled Celeste in on the parts she had some trouble remembering the hours flew by and they only realized what time it was when the nurse brought in some jello for Celeste to eat.

"It's better than nothing," She said when Celeste murmered something about starving her.

"So... what does this mean for us?" She turned towards Sherlock after she finished her so called dinner.

He quickly looked away from her. "What do you mean?" He glanced back at her when she didn't say anything right away.

"I mean." She said rubbing her thumb against the top of his hand. "do I still get to stay at Baker Street? I mean... I'll leave if you'd like, you know. Now that I've got my memory back, you probably don't want some silly girl running around your flat." She quickly let go of his hand placing them in her lap. "At least not one like me. You probably have better things to do." She looked down suddenly becoming very interested in the fuzz on the blanket.

"Celeste," Sherlock reached forward taking her hand in his again. "I told you when I brought you home that you could stay as long as you wanted."

"Yeah, but that's when I a bit mental wasn't it?"

"Why do you think thats changed?" He smirked at her. "I still think you're a bit mental." Celeste looked up at him and laughed.

"Gee thanks!" She nudged him with her shoulder, but instead of pulling away she stayed leaning against him, resting her head on his. Celeste looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I heard you you know." She said softly.

Sherlock pulled away for a moment looking at her. "What do you mean?"

"I heard what you said, you know, before I woke up." She smiled as her eyes scanned his face. "I heard everything that you said while I was, I dunno asleep? I was always dreaming, but your voice always came in clear as a bell. Like you were standing right next to me. It helped me find my way back." John slowly stared to head towards the door but Celeste heard him. "John you don't have to leave. In fact, can you come over here really quick?" She said grinning.

"Yeah, sure." He walked back over and sat down. "What did you need?"

Celeste reached out and poked his mustache. "Bug." She said sweetly, her and Sherlock burst into tears of laughter as John sat back in his chair sulking. She leaned back against Sherlock as she wiped a tear from her face. "I'll never let you forget that. Bloody brilliant of me it was." She grinned.

"Oh yeah, hiliarious." John stood up. "I better get heading home. I will be back tomorrow, you two behave." He waggled a finger at them.

"I wouldn't dream of doing anything but, besides, I'm kind of bed ridden for a tad bit you know?" She gave a small bounce making the bed squeak. "See? Bed rest. You know, not that I didn't have enough of it." She laced her fingers through Sherlock's and rested her head against his shoulder as they watched the doctor leave. "Mmm," She sighed happily.

Sherlock rested his face in her hair, "What?" he murmered into her hair.

"I missed you." She whispered. "I missed this. Touching you... I mean hearing your voice was fine, but I missed the touch of your skin..." She lifted her hand still holding onto his and kissed the back of her hand. "I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you for what you did Sherlock Holmes."

"I don't want you to." He swung his leg over the side of the bed laying next to her moving his arm so it wrapped around her waist her head rested on his shoulder.

She laid her hand on his leg rubbing her thumb over the same spot. "You really do look tired."

He chuckled. "Yeah, well I haven't slept well since your first night at Baker Street."

"I figured as much." She smiled moving her head looking up at him. "Well, we'll just have to change that." She snuggled up against him resting one leg over his. "Comfortable?" She asked looked back up at him but he was already alseep, his head slumped back onto the pillow and his chest rising up and down slowly. Celeste smiled and reached over with her free hand turning on the telly although it wasn't long before she herself fell back asleep clutching a part of Sherlock's shirt in one hand, a soft smile carefully placed upon her lips as she nuzzled her face against his chest.