Sherlock races down the street, shouting,

"I DID IT!" He shoves open the door of the Scotland Yard and brushes past everyone to get to Lestrade's door, all the while crying, "I DID IT!" The door to Lestrade's office bursts open and Lestrade starts, sending papers flying while Sherlock stands in his door way looking around wildly. "I DID IT!" But there hadn't been a case for weeks. Lestrade looks at Sherlock a moment, brow furroed,

"Did what?" Sherlock's happiness is dimmed for a moment,

"What do you mean? I DID IT!"

"DID WHAT?"

"I BEAT MYCROFT! I BEAT THE BLOODY GAME OF CHESS!" Lestrade smiles at the absurdity of the phrase and just for kicks decides to ask it again,

"You did what?" Sherlock grabs Lestrade by the shoulders, looking him straight in the face, making absolutely certain there would be no mistaking,

"I. WON. THE. CHESS. GAME."

"And how long has it taken you?"

"More then fifteen years." Despite himself, Lestrade's jaw drops to the floor,

"What?"

"It's taken me fifteen years to beat Mycroft at that bloody game."

"And you care because...?" Sherlock pushes the DI away a little bit, looking appalled.

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you care that you won?"

"Well. I won Lestrade. I won. That's why I care." He's practically begging Lestrade to understand and to be kind, congratulations would be in order. Lestrade grins,

"Good job Sherlock." The light in Sherlock's eyes shines brighter as he spins on his heel, smiling and screaming,

"I WON! I DID IT!" He steps onto the snow swept streets of London, getting snow in his eyes. He screws his eyes up in disgust before shouting loudly again, "I DID IT!" He pushes past the people going the opposite direction and swims through the streets, weaving in and out of crowds. "I DID IT!" He starts heading toward where he knows where the flat is, blinking snow from his eyes the whole way. "I WON! I DID IT! FINALLY!" He can't watch, he wants a hug though, it would make his day. He's so happy. Finally, after years of humiliation and loss, he's won. And it feels fantastic. "I- oof." Sherlock looks down at the man he bumped into. "HI JOHN! I WON!" John smiles,

"I know Sherlock." Sherlock throws his arms open and embraces the shorter man, hugging him tightly, just what he wanted. For a moment, John didn't do anything, but knowing that Sherlock wouldn't release him until he hugged back, John wrapped his arms around Sherlock. Sherlock gives John a squeeze and lifts him off the floor a little bit. "Sherlock." John wheezes as Sherlock swings John back and forth like a teddy bear, "Sherlock. I can't breathe." Sherlock hurriedly drops John on the ground,

"I'm sorry. Was that too tight?" John coughs once and clears his throat a little,

"Yeah. Just a bit. You do know what you did just there right?"

"I hugged you."

"Yes. In public."

"Well what's wrong with in public?"

"People might think we're a couple."

"I don't care much for what people think."

"I've come to understand that."

"Why do you care?"

"I don't like people thinking I'm gay."

"There's nothing wrong with gay people John." The two men start to head back home, talking like friends. Because that is what they are. Friends.

"I know that Sherlock. Remember the first day I met you?"

"And you told me it's all fine. Yes."

"I don't have a problem with gay people Sherlock."

"Then what is it John?"

"I'm not gay."

"I know that."

"I don't like people thinking otherwise."

"Ah." The two men fall silent, left to their own thoughts. "John?" Sherlock asked as they reached the flat,

"What Sherlock?"

"I won."

You can attribute this lovely addition, or the ending of Finally Winning to M.G. Montecello. They gave me the idea. Thanks to M.G. Montecello and hope you enjoyed this addition, because I sure did. Have a great weekend, and if you happen to have a wonderful idea that I can use and write something on, don't be afraid to PM me or to leave something in the comments. Much love, as always,

Until Gallifrey is free,

Time Lord Victorious