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The car pulled up outside the pool and John took a deep breath before slowly climbing out of the pool. He made his way towards the entrance and let himself in, he walked towards the pool glancing round hoping to catch sight of Sherlock, but also feeling nervous about it.
"Sherlock?" He called out tenuously, "You here?"
He received no reply, so he tried again, "Sherlock?"
"John?" He heard the quiet, timid reply from one of the cubicles. He started to speed up, glancing into all of the cubicles he went past until he spotted the mass of limbs and dark curls, crouched in the corner of one of them.
He walked towards Sherlock and crouched down next to him, resting a hand on his knee, "Hey," John said simply, "We've been looking everywhere for you."
"You couldn't possibly have looked everywhere in the time I've been gone."
"Quite correct as usual, we've looking in many places for you." John replied, smiling a little.
"Better."
"So what's up? Why did you go AWOL?"
"Nothing, I just needed to finish up a case."
"A case in the corner of a cubicle, by the side of a pool where we were both nearly killed?"
"Precisely."
"Sherlock, it's okay to be scared, I'm scared but you've got me to talk to when you're scared, just like when you talk me through the tough nights when my dreams are plagued by the war, I'm here when you don't know how to handle your emotions or whatever else you need help with. It's why we're getting married, because we love each other and we'll always be there for one another. Right?"
Sherlock peered into John's face, eyes wide and venerable.
"I don't know if I can do it, John. I don't want to disappoint you."
"Sherlock, it's okay," John touched his hand to the side of Sherlock's face, "you won't disappoint me, you couldn't – even if you tried, I'm always proud of you, no matter what you do." John leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Sherlock's, brushing their noses together before placing a quick kiss against his lips.
"John, I really don't know if I can do it."
"Then we won't, I'm not going to force you into this – but we've got a few hours before the ceremony for you to think about it."
"You'd be okay if I cancelled the wedding? Surely you'd leave me?"
"If it was what you really wanted then I'd be okay with it, I'd be a little upset, but nothing I couldn't get over, as for leaving you, I can promise you I could never do that."
"John, you are wonderful, this is why I don't deserve you, why I'm not good enough." Sherlock admitted with a strained voice.
"Don't say that. You will never not be good enough, if anything I don't deserve you, I'm not good enough for you – I'm just a damaged army doctor, with a psychosomatic limp and a dodgy shoulder. I don't have much money and I'm no Brad Pitt, but if you'll have me, I'm happy to be yours."