Going Against the Very Thing I Work So Hard to Uphold

Ugg… early, I struggled out of bed, the previous night had been a late one, and I wouldn't have even slept had Watson not forced me to, despite the case. He had sat in the room until I fell asleep, and he could tell when I was faking it. If I hadn't slept I would have gotten farther on the case, and I wouldn't be having trouble waking up right now, but Watson would be worried, and I had become soft; I didn't want him upset. I struggled out of bed and walked to the table, where Ms. Hudson had already put out breakfast. I began eating, and Watson came out as usual. He walked over, we kissed, and then he sat down to eat. I blushed; did I have to love it when he did that so much? He smiled at my obvious embarrassment; he couldn't embarrass me often.

We ate in silence, Watson eyeing me nervously ever so often. I finished eating, and then gave into curiosity, not wanting to keep him worrying about whatever worried him this time.

"John, I know you're worried about something, what is it?"

"You know I'm worried about the case, and about you sleeping enough, how did you sleep, and be honest Sherlock."

I sighed, he could be so protective sometimes, but I wouldn't give it up for my life "I slept fine, after you forced me to, the case won't be a problem."

Watson walked over and sat down at our favorite chair at the fireplace, inviting me to come. I finished eating, and then sat in another chair; I needed to work on the case, and I would rather not be tempted.

Watson sighed "Sherlock, what's the matter?" He then stood and wrapped his arms around my neck.

I frowned, that was exactly what I had wanted, though exactly what would get in the way of my focus "Watson, I'm trying to work on the case, it's very important."

Watson frowned, he obviously wasn't happy about the change to family names, but I needed to work. "I'm sorry, Holmes, I guess I just got carried away. I know how important your work is to you."

I felt bad, I really did want to sit with him… just for a little while, I guess I could, just for a little while, I mumbled something to Watson that I don't remember, I do remember that I was blushing brightly. Watson gently sat down next to me on the chair I was sitting in; obviously I had gotten the message across. He ran his hands through my hair, in that comforting way of his. I leaned gently on his shoulder and curled my tall body into his chest.

"The case isn't going so well is it Sherlock?" Watson knew me well; I only went for the romantics when either I was board on the verge of taking to the syringe or a case wasn't going too well.

I shook my head in response; I was at a loss for ideas, and at a loss for clues. I leaned even harder into Watson, his breath and heartbeat was quite comforting. Then I heard a knock at the door. I leapt into the other chair and Watson sat up. "Come in." I shouted in my most board voice. Lestrange entered with some information about the case, but what I'll never forget is how close we both were to getting found out.

Despite how much I loved him, living with Watson as a couple took some getting used to for me. I wasn't used to the hugging and kissing when leaving and returning, the sharing a chair in front of the fire place, and the general young couple behavior. But the thing that was oddest to me was the constant fear of the law; we, the defenders of the law, would be hanged if we were found out. I had never been in a relationship with anyone, and I had never fought the law before. And the two combined… it was quite the unusual situation I found myself in, though, honestly, I was the happiest I had been in my life.

The romantics felt so nice, it was amazing to feel loved, and it was exactly what I had been hoping for when we hadn't been together. But there was a bad side to this too, it made me feel so pathetic, to yearn for him. The kisses and leaning, I needed them. And he was my weakness, I would do anything for him, I would give up my life for his, though I knew that he would have to die first, he could never live with me dyeing again. I also hated seeing him unhappy, that smile of his was so nice, and kind, unlike me, I would do anything to make him smile.

Then there was the law breaking. I believed I would make an excellent criminal, but this was not what I had in mind when I had said it. It was odd to know that the same queen, who we had helped on many occasions, with cases of varying difficulty and importance, would have us hung if our secret had even the slightest bit of proof. The very detectives who we assisted with the most basic of cases would be the end of us if they had even the slightest lead. My influence might be able to save us from being inspected too closely, but if we were found out our only option would be to flee. It hurt me insanely to put Watson in danger, but it was too late for us now, neither of us wanted to stop being together, and we couldn't keep our feelings hidden anymore from the other.