Act 5

"The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning." -Ivy Baker

Sherlock was released about three months later, greeting the new year a free, sane man. The London weather was raining and miserable and Sherlock absolutely did not care. Lestrade was smiling, waving goodbye. Mycroft's black car was pulled up to the curb with the man himself leaning against it, umbrella protecting him from the rain. Sherlock and John walked arm and arm, the doctor helping him into the car. Sherlock kissed his palm before letting him go, whispering, "Later?"

"Tonight," John said, leaning a bit back into the car to kiss Sherlock's forehead. "Definitely."

Mycroft just smirked at them and got in the car besides Sherlock, nodding to the driver to continue on.

"I'm glad you're better, dear brother."

Mycroft had been instrumental to John and getting John to Sherlock and therefore considerably less annoying. "Thank you, brother."

"You will stay at least a month in the Sussex manor, recuperating and making sure there are no more negative effects. Only then may you return to London and Montague Street."

"Baker Street. 221b. Montague's too small for two. And John is coming to Sussex. He's taking holiday from work."

"Considering I have not allowed him to take a vacation since you have been under his care, he has quite a lot saved up."

The car rolled onward, the city lazily rushing past. Sherlock had been allowed walks in it, constitutionals in the park, Sherlock deducing people and objects all the way. But now he was seeing the greater parts of the place, the traffic, the walkers, the pensioners with their dogs. There were the Victorian facades, the flowerpots, the adverts for leases and rents. John had been working with him to reacclimatize to the city that had been his home and Sherlock was excited to finally be free in it. Sherlock dug through his coat and pulled out John's army mug from his pocket, twirling it in his hands.

He wondered if he and John would eventually do some traveling.

Credits:

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. I'm sorry the last chapter is so gimpy. I didn't really have much more to say. Extra special thanks and love and city-delusion!Sherlock kisses to:

SniperKingSogeKing0341, CuriousDreamWeaver, Jeffery (from real life Watsonville!), Lolita-Mist, femmenoire, Cardindahat, johahptw, sheholmes, Phoenix-021, and of course, YOU, whoever is reading this.

May all your lives be phantasmic, your doctors attentive, your minds sharp, your travels inspiring, and your enemies shot in the brain by your older sibling!