A/N: Hello lovlies, hope you're still reading and enjoying this little story?! Sorry for the update delay, but the last chapter was huge and I'm trying to catch up with chapter that need finishing and real life keeps rudely interrupting!

As always, thanks to the fabulous naturerocs...she's brilliant!

Chapter 37 – Home Again

I caught the early flight from Bucharest to Dublin. Jim met me at the airport. It was so good to see him.

The next few nights were spent partying, laughing, dancing, drinking and generally being silly with our friends. We saw the New Year in with good cheer and attended a brilliant party. Seeing Jim wearing a Hawaiian style shirt and doing the YMCA was a highlight of the night.

We flew back to London with awful hangovers and I'd been too wired to sleep for the last few days. Jim passed out on the plane, only to wake up when we landed. I drove us back home, and let him sleep. I woke up Jim to get him to bed. I unpacked and headed over to see Angie.

"Hello, sweetie! I'm home!" I called as I entered 221b.

"Hey! How was Romania?" Smiled Angie. I smirked at her question. I had posted my location on Facebook for her benefit and for Jim's.

"Interesting." I snorted. It had been interesting and terrifying. I had enjoyed spending time with my brother though. I felt closer to him than before. We trusted each other.

"What did you have to go there for, anyway? Is everything okay?"

"Just helping my dear brother out. It's all sorted." I smiled and nodded. I had to be careful how I worded things. Angie was clever, she couldn't know too much.

"Oh." Angie paused. I could tell she was thinking, trying to work out whom I'd seen. "Wait a minute, which brother?"

"Umm…one of them." I glanced at Angie, with a small smirk.

"You realize that's pretty much answering my question."

"No?!" I smiled, she sighed.

"It was Sherlock, wasn't it?"

"Maybe." I giggled. She rolled her eyes, then stopped and looked at me.

"He's okay, isn't he?" I smiled at her worry. They loved each other so much, yet they were just so stubborn.

"Absolutely fine."

"Well, what did the idiot need help with?" Her tone sounded harsh, but she was curious. She wanted him to call her across Europe.

"The usual, money, clothes," I smiled. "Love and attention from his favourite sibling." Angie rolled her eyes at my words.

"I seriously doubt that last one. Well, the love part." She said sceptically.

"You'd be surprised, my dear." I smirked. Angie looked at me and crossed her arms.

"Try me."

"He interrogated me about you, for a whole afternoon." I replied. Angie stared back at me; she looked surprised at my revelation. I could see a gentle blush rising up her cheeks.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Probably just bored. He didn't take any of his stupid books." She waved. I smiled, how little she knew.

"He misses you." I smiled. A sudden thought popped into my mind. I could play a little trick on Angie. "Although, I hate to break it to you, you can't marry Sherlock, he's already married."

"What?!" Exclaimed Angie quickly she stared at me.

"To me! I had to spend four days married to my brother, it was odd." I laughed.

"Okay..." Angie looked at me warily. I smiled.

"Oh, don't look so worried. He loves you; he misses you, and is moping all the time. He just needed a helping hand, it was easy."

"If that's true, then why doesn't he tell me himself? I'm sure he still knows my phone number." She frowned.

"Because he's Sherlock Holmes and sentiment terrifies him." I replied sardonically. He might be making progress on admitting his humanity, but simple things like remembering to tell the woman he loved that he was alive and well seemed to be beyond his vast abilities.

"He can jump off a bloody building, he can face the most dangerous criminals in the world, but he can't send me a simple text just to let me know he's alright? And getting it out of his little sister after she's helped him with his stupid scheme is not the same thing." I suddenly felt six years old again. Angie's stare was ferocious.

"He's a monumental idiot." I shrugged. Ignoring the squirming in my stomach.

"That is the understatement of the year."

"Don't shoot the messenger. It was Christmas and he needed my help, I wasn't going to leave him on his own." I put my hands up defensively.

"Honestly, this has been the worst Christmas I've ever had." She shook her head and sighed.

"Didn't you go home?" I frowned. My fears that she had spent Christmas alone had come true. My heart broke for her. My Christmas hadn't been ideal, but at least I had been with Sherlock and then I went to spend time with Jim and our friends.

"No, I forgot about Mum and Dad's special Christmas dinner, didn't want to disturb them. And there's nowhere else for me to go, I had a bit of relief from Moran since he left London. But then John wasn't here cause he's still mad at me, about Moran, Mrs. Hudson was visiting her sister, then that money that just appeared in my bank account that the bank can't trace, and I can't manage to trace it..."

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." She shook her head and smiled a little. "I had a nice long talk with my Granddad though."

"That's good, did it help?" I asked, returning her smile.

"A little. Kept away the isolation for a bit." She shrugged.

"This will not do, no best friend of mine is allowed to be sad for longer than five seconds. I'm going to fix this." I announced. It may be a naïve opinion, but I only wanted her happy.

"Then tell your idiot brother to come back. Or have Jim kill Moran." She scoffed.

"I'm working on both. Anything else to make you smile again?" I asked. Angie shook her head, looking down at her hands. She looked as though she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. I hated seeing her so low.

"I don't know, I just have too many problems right now. Most centred around Moran."

"I'm sorry. That's all I can think to say." I answered frowning. It was a pathetic response.

"It's not your fault. I just don't know what to do with that bloody necklace, and then I'm not even sure if it's Moran that sent that money to me."

"Moran didn't send you the money." I admitted. She may as well know, well I might try and make her smile at the same time.

"How do you know?" Angie asked looking at me.

"Jedi powers." I smirked; Angie's expression didn't brighten.

"Percy, please, I'm not in the mood."

"Alright, sorry." I crossed my arms, I would stop teasing, but she could work it out if she thought about it. It was blindingly obvious. "You're the detective." She frowned at me and sighed before speaking.

"There aren't that many people I know who could put untraceable money in my bank account, in fact, only four. Jesse's dead, so it's not him. You wouldn't bother hiding it, you would just outright give it to me, whether I wanted it or not. I very strongly doubt Mycroft would do it."

"It's Mycroft. He does have a softer side." I interrupted.

"Not with me." She replied bitterly.

"Yes, but he does when it comes to Sherlock and I."

"That has nothing to do with me."

"Just accept what is."

"I'm positive it's not Mycroft."

"Trust me, it is. If you give the money away, I'll just double it and give it to you in cash." I threatened. I would pay for anything she needed no questions asked. I glanced at Angie. "I'll tell you now, I did cover your rent for the next three months."

"I can take care of myself." She sighed. "Mrs. Hudson already told me, thanks."

"You're more than welcome. I know you can look after yourself, but I can look after you if I want, I wanted to." I smiled. I had done many bad things and hurt lots of people, being able to look after Angie was important.

"Well, I still have that bloody necklace that I don't know what to do with." She sighed again.

"Why did you keep it?!" I looked at Angie; I was shocked she still had the damned thing.

"Because he asked me not to get rid of it, and I just can't bring myself to throw it out, I feel guilty. Then I get mad at myself for feeling like that."

"Do you want me to keep it for you, then it's out of sight, out of mind, you don't have to think about it." I offered. I could hide it away for her; she'd never have to see it again.

"What if Jim finds it?" She asked.

"He won't, I have a box, it's locked, and he would never look in there unless I gave him the key." I told her. I thought of my silver box, a present from Mum and Dad when I was ten. It was a place for me to put my memories and treasures.

"Well, it's sort of out of sight right now." She shrugged. I tried to read her body language to find it, but she was giving nothing away.

"Where is it?!" I asked.

"I installed a false bottom in my drawer. That was where I was hiding Sherlock's gun." She smirked.

"Sneaky, I like it. Do you want me to take it? Or do you promise not to sit and obsess about it?!" I asked with a smile, but I was serious. She would worry herself to death over something small.

"Sorry, I'll shut up." She frowned. Knowing I knew her behaviour as well as my own.

"Oh, stop it, I just want to help." I said and hugged Angie. She looked like she needed a bit of love.

"I know..." She said defeated. I decided to change the subject.

"Now, sweetie, do you fancy an adventure through time and space, because my brother caused me to miss Doctor Who." I beamed. It had the desired effect, Angie perked up a bit at the mention of our shared obsession.

"Oh, that's right, you haven't seen the new one, have you?!"

"No. Even Jim has seen it, he doesn't even like Doctor Who." I smiled. "He watched it because he missed me, how cute is that?!" I felt that warm fizzy feeling race through me as I thought of Jim. We'd been together for such a long time, but I fell in love with him a bit more each day. Angie glanced at me with a confused and slightly alarmed expression. I knew my being with Jim was hard on everyone. I loved him and he loved me, which was all that mattered.

"Well, you have so much to see! You know, Sherlock doesn't like it either? He made fun of me. But he has seen Star Trek, though."

"Yeah, but Sherlock is Spock. Also, Sherlock has the emotional remit of a teaspoon." I scoffed. Sherlock really would be a good Vulcan.

"You're contradicting yourself. You said earlier that he loves me and misses me, both which I am doubting right now." She smirked.

"He does, but expresses it like a teaspoon. He is very Spock. Spock can feel emotion, but uses logic to determine his decisions."

I nodded. "And Spock's half human, so he can still lie, unlike full Vulcans."

"Exactly! So Sherlock is half Vulcan and half Cyberman. Lucky us!"

"So according to the new movie, does that mean I'm Uhura?" She scoffed.

"That makes Jim, Nero." I smiled.

"That means you died." Frowned Angie.

"Eh, you win some, you lose some." I shrugged. I didn't want to think about Moran's threats. I smiled, trying to change the subject. "In Doctor Who, I'm married to the Doctor, seeing as you call me River."

"That's because you call me sweetie. And I am not going to lose you!" Protested Angie. She would one day and it would hurt her, but she would find her strength and keep going. She'd have Sherlock and John.

"Of course not." I said.

"That's the last thing I need, to lose my best friend. I've lost enough people." Angie frowned. "Hey, I'm gonna be around forever, you know me, I can survive anything." I assured. I wanted believe my own words. My body was still recovering; I was still in pain regularly. I didn't tell anyone, I couldn't worry everyone more than I already had.

"Yeah..." Smiled Angie, she looked up at me. "I just remembered something. Mycroft is most definitely not the one who put that money in my account. It's either Moran or Sherlock, because the exact same day the money showed up, I got a note saying 'For richer or poorer. Merry Christmas.' Honestly, it's creeping me out." She said frustrated.

"The money is from Mycroft, it's his way of looking after you until Sherlock comes home. The note, I have no idea who sent that." I replied flatly. I know she didn't understand all of this, but I wished for once she just believed it; then again she wouldn't be my friend or a good detective.

"Well, tell Mycroft I don't need his charity, I don't need to be looked after, and I do not need his money." She frowned.

"Angie stop being stubborn. He's just giving it and not asking for anything in return. Enjoy the fact that it will make life easier. I know you've not taken on much work. Also have you thought we help you because we care about you? God, you're behaving like Sherlock." I snapped. I was tired, really tired. There was just too much drama and unhappiness at the moment and mixing that with my lack of sleep and lingering hangover, I was a bit grumpy.

"There is no need to insult me. Mycroft doesn't care about me; he's just doing this so you and Sherlock won't be mad at him. And I wouldn't be so stubborn about it if it was something like £500, but £5000?! I don't need that much!" She protested.

"Well don't be so defensive. London is an expensive city, and cases aren't cheap to fund. Just be gracious. Mycroft does care. If you're going to be moody I'll go home. It was enough with Sherlock moaning and rejecting all comfort; I don't need it from you too." I said sharply. I felt bad, but anyone else would be pleased that someone was helping him or her no questions asked.

"Alright, I'm sorry." She apologised. I felt bad.

"It's fine, I'm sorry too. I've not slept in four days, and I'm cranky."

"And why not? Genius or not, you do need your sleep. You're the one behaving like Sherlock." She chastised. Angie had always looked after me.

"I've been busy, we pulled two all nighters partying in Dublin and then I just lost track of time, I've been composing. I am related to him, I know how similar we are, and it's scary. Jim has already lectured me about sleeping more, eating more and generally trying to be less nocturnal." I said rolling my eyes. I was giving an age long lecture the previous night about keeping myself alive.

"That must be why Sherlock's always so ornery, he never sleeps. Or eats. I think I've seen him eat about four times in the year and a half I've known him."

"It's annoying having to eat for other people, but I got used to it. Mum would just guilt me into eating. I do have a picture of Sherlock sleeping; I am keeping it for leverage if he irritates me. He sleeps less than I do; Mycroft sleeps about once a week." I said wryly. I hated having to eat to make other people happy. I did eat when I was hungry. I would usually eat once a day, at lunchtime. I did occasionally forget, especially if I was busy. Sometimes I would eat loads, I'd get really hungry and eat four meals.

"Yet you love cooking. You don't even want to enjoy what you made?! Your mother was very good at the guilt trips. She did that all the time in class. And where did you get a picture of Sherlock sleeping? I've only seen him sleeping once I think, and that was only because Irene Adler drugged him." I smirked. I wasn't telling anyone how I got that picture. I was taking it to my grave.

"I'm extremely talented and sneaky. I know it's a contradiction. That's how I got away without eating at home. I do eat lunch most days, although yesterday I ate enough for three people I was starving. I shocked Jim, which is always fun! Yes the guilt trip for extra credit was mean." I agreed.

"Well, in my class, it was usually to get the boys to do their homework. Apparently, she used that with John a lot."

"Really?! I thought John would've been a hard worker." I asked surprised.

"I guess that developed later on in life. Honestly, the way he was in school, I'm surprised he had the discipline to get through medical school. I still don't know what possessed him to join the army." She chuckled.

"John is a mystery to us all, a lovely mystery with cuddly jumpers. Also he is a really good shot, could give Moran a run for his money." I smiled.

"I'd prefer not to find out." Angie said darkly.

"No I suppose not, sorry, I don't know why I said that." I apologised, regretting my quick words.

"No, it's fine. He is a good shot, from what I've heard." She replied.

"Come on you must have seen it, I've seen him, when he shot the Cabbie?!" How we had never met but crossed paths so many times was baffling.

"I hadn't moved in yet, I was still in Brecon, but I definitely heard about it. Pretty much the only time I've seen him use his gun is with that Golem thing, but it was dark, and I was a bit preoccupied."

"Dzunda was creepy. I tried to avoid him, but he kept following me. Jim and I got into a rather nasty row over him." I admitted.

"He is creepy. He looks like a troll. I can't believe someone could be that tall, he must be nine feet tall! A modern day Goliath; that was not a fun night."

"No I imagine not. I don't know if I ever apologised for what happened at the pool. I did what I could to stop Jim, but because we were arguing it was a little harder this usually had resort to desperate measures and feminine wiles." I smirked remembering how I'd lured him home and seduced him to drop his vendetta for five minutes.

"You don't have to apologise, I didn't even know you were there."

"Yep, up next to Moran. Well I was there for some of it. Who do you think phoned him?! I recognised John, but not you, and I didn't really know who Sherlock was." I felt bad for not recognising Angie, she could have been so easily killed.

"Of course that idiot was there. We really had no idea who called him; I was still recovering from the shock of the irony of his stupid ringtone." Angie's voice seemed hollow in her memory. Another pang of guilt hit me.

"Yeah it was my little joke, the ringtone I mean. He hasn't been able to change it. Well I didn't want John hurt." I smirked. He still hadn't been able to change it.

"Well, thanks, cause I really don't know what would have happened if you hadn't distracted him." She smiled sadly. Neither of us wanted to think of the other dying.

"Me either. It's nothing, just playing my part." I relied lazily.

"Well, anyway, I think I've pretty much finished up editing the first chapter of our book." Said Angie happily.

"That's good." I smiled. Felling exhaustion sweeping through me, I was warm and comfortable.

"Oh, I should have asked this when you got here, do you want some tea or something?" She asked. I had stopped paying attention.

"I'm fine..." I mumbled, half asleep.

"You alright?" Angie asked, but when she looked up she saw that Percy had fallen asleep. Angie took the blanket from the back of John's chair and placed over her friend.

A couple of hours later, there was a ring at the bell. A rather frantic James Moriarty stood hoping Angie knew where Percy was.

"Angie have you seen Percy, she isn't answering her phone. I thought I'd check here first." He asked.

"Shh! She's fine! She came over and fell asleep." Replied Angie quickly.

"She's asleep, good. She hasn't been awake this long for a while." Jim said. He knew Percy was still struggling to keep up, he knew she was still recovering from so much.

"You don't have to wake her, she can stay over." Offered Angie kindly. Jim smiled.

"Thanks. I've been worried about her, more than usual." Jim admitted.

"Understandably." Agreed Angie.

"She misses him a lot. They became really quite close. I feel bad for him going away again, especially when it put her in danger." Jim was trying to be sympathetic to Angie. He liked Angie, she was a good person, clever and she meant the world to Percy.

"No more danger than anything else in her life with you." Sniped Angie. Jim hid his smirk.

"I suppose your right. I did try putting her off, I told her what I do, and she said she simply didn't care. I can't imagine life without her. She was talking to her skull this morning because she couldn't work out what to do with the piece she's composing, she sounded so much like Sherlock...I don't hate him you know." Jim revealed.

"Funny, you'd never know it. When you ruin their entire reputation then force them to fake their death, that usually comes across as hate, or at the very least, a strong dislike." Angie's anger was rising.

"It's rivalry. Why he plays for the Angels, I don't know, he has the potential to do anything, but I suppose you need a knight in shining armour."

"I don't need anyone." Bit Angie. "Fat lot of good he was that month you went on that tormenting spree with me. And that whole time, I managed completely fine on my own, thank you very much."

"Don't take it so personally Angie." He offered.

"No, of course not, it's just all about you and Sherlock and your stupid little games. The pair of you, you're both immature idiots." Snapped Angie, her voice rising a little.

"Genius and boredom, a potent mix. Percy berates me regularly about it. After the promise I made her, the games will be less...deadly; just puzzles, nothing more."

"Just keep the rest of us out of it. You two don't realise how these games affect the ones who get caught in the middle; Percy, John and me. He still doesn't know Sherlock's really alive, and why am I telling you this?" Asked Angie exasperated.

"Why do you think Percy made me promise, she wants you all safe. Her wish is my command. I don't know, but we both seem to find solace in the dark when our own member of the Holmes family does as they please." He relied sardonically. This wasn't the first conversation in the late hours they'd encountered and it wouldn't be the last.

"Please don't start comparing us, we are nothing alike." Asked Angie, disgust filling her voice.

"No I suppose not. I'm the spider after all. No heart, just out to kill." He spat. Jim was hurt by Angie's words.

"You've got to remember that I've seen a completely different side of you than Percy has. You can't blame me for thinking like that after everything I've seen you do." It was the best apology he was going to get.

"I don't blame you and I don't expect your forgiveness either. You spend enough time at our home to know I'm human. I do respect you Angie, and not just because of Percy." He told Angie honestly.

"I can't avoid you completely because you're married to my best friend, but please do your best to stay out of John's way, he's still pretty steamed about the whole thing." Angie's voice softened.

"I will and thank you..." Jim answered awkwardly.

"For what?" Angie asked.

"For being such a good friend to Percy. She struggles to let people in, you make her so happy, she can trust you, you don't judge her for her talents, and you accept her quirks and all. I've had more than one client who needed reminding about their manners."

"Well, she's been my best friend since we were kids, she's practically like my sister." Smiled Angie as she looked at her sleeping friend.

"I know. If I'd known earlier I'd never have involved you." Jim told Angie. She looked slightly taken aback at his words.

"This whole thing has just been a huge mess." Sighed Angie.

"It has. Time to lay low. Never thought I'd enjoy the quiet life." He chuckled.

"Well, I'm sure being a psychopath is pretty exhausting." Sneered Angie.

"Sometimes. She stops me more than you know even when I'm at my worst, she can bring me back." Admitted Jim. He'd never told anyone what Percy did for him.

"So I've heard. Shame she wasn't on that rooftop." Snapped Angie, remembering that horrible day.

"She left me that day, left for home. Then enter your fine self and her family heritage." Jim remembered how she patched him up and left him. She had finally had enough. It broke him, made him angry. Drove Moran back towards Percy.

"Yeah, she told me." Smiled Angie.

"Yes. We don't really work apart, but on occasions we push each other away." Remarked Jim.

"Well, considering both your personalities, it's bound to be volatile sometimes." Angie said wryly.

"Yes, it can be explosive, but then again you've seen us argue." Smirked Jim. He didn't enjoy arguing with Percy in fact he hated it.

"I've seen just as bad. The Watsons' stubbornness is just about a match for the Holmes." Smirked Angie.

"I'm sure. Have you ever seen Percy and Mycroft argue? It is a sight to behold. She took on the government and won. That's the day I decided I wanted to marry her." Smiled Jim. He remembered a twenty-year-old Percy yelling at Mycroft, watching as the man shrank at her temper and reason. It justified everything he loved about Percy. He knew she wasn't ready to marry then, but he would wait for her and would spend the rest of his life with her.

"Well, she can beat Sherlock at an argument, it's easy to see that she'd beat Mycroft." Laughed Angie.

"She does bring a new meaning to the world feisty." Agreed Jim. An awkward silence fell over the room. It stretched on and on. It could have been minutes or hours, but Jim decided to break the silence.

"So...Is Sebastian leaving you in peace?"

"More or less." Answered Angie.

"Let me know if he gets too clingy again." Offered Jim. He was irritated beyond reason with Moran. It wouldn't take much for Moran to be completely useless.

"Thank you..." Nodded Angie.

"You're welcome. I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but if you get into a situation and you need leverage, you have my protection." He offered, wanting her safe. He considered her a friend and Percy would be inconsolable if Angie got hurt, or died.

"Well, hopefully that will never happen." Wished Angie.

"Hopefully not. Although it's always good to be prepared." Jim agreed.

"Well, thank you." Jim nodded at Angie. He looked at his watch it was past midnight.

"You're welcome. It's late, I'll wake Percy and we'll head home." Jim said, standing to wake Percy. Angie stopped him.

"You don't have to do that, let her sleep, she needs it."

"I'm sure you don't want me staying here. Tell Percy I stopped by; I'll wait for her at home." Offered Jim, he'd noticed how uncomfortable Angie was around him.

"Uh...if you want to stay with Percy...my room's upstairs, it's like an entirely separate flat...it's fine." Answered Angie hesitantly. She wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing, but she knew Percy would appreciate it.

"Thank you, I appreciate it. You'll hardly know I'm here. Good night Angie." Jim replied honestly.

Angie went up to bed, a little nervous that Moriarty was asleep downstairs in her living room. Eventually she felt sleep overtake her and forgot who was downstairs.

"Morning love, what are we doing in Angie's flat?!" I asked, slightly confused as to how I ended up on the sofa wrapped round Jim.

"You fell asleep, I came over to find over. Angie let me stay. Feel better?!" Jim asked. I nodded smiling.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry. Yeah, sleeping, who knew, it's kind of good. You bonded with Angie then?!" I asked hopefully. I would love for them to actually get on.

"Maybe." Smirked Jim. We were lost in our own little bubble, both of us half asleep, until the living room door slammed open.

"What...the...hell?!" Yelled John.

"Hmm...oh morning John. How was New Zealand?" I asked with a lazy smile.

"What the hell is going on?!" John shouted again. I heard Angie coming down the stairs.

"Alright, what is with all the yelling?! Oh, hi, John...Oh." She looked confused and then realised the situation.

"I think I passed out, I'd been awake for four days and my husband came to rescue me and we slept on the sofa...problem?!" I asked defiantly. I didn't want yelling or an argument right now, I wanted to sleep and spend the day curled up with Jim.

"Problem with Moriarty? Why would I have a problem with finding Moriarty in my sister's flat?!" John yelled sarcastically.

"Angry sarcasm doesn't suit you, John." Sniped Angie. My anger was raised another notch.

"John, I thought we'd already had this little conversation. If you have problem with Jim, you have a problem with me. He is my husband, deal with it or don't be part of my life. It is very simple." I snapped. John looked slightly taken aback at my angry words.

"Yeah, but then when you drag Angie into it..." Threatened John. This sparked Angie's anger.

"She's not dragging me into anything! She is still my best friend, and she came over and fell asleep because she was exhausted, Jim came over because he was worried about her, and he just stayed with her and I just stayed up in my room."

"Oh, Jim? You're on a first name basis with him now? Brilliant." John's angry sarcasm reappearing.

"He has name. I cannot deal with this. Sherlock deals with it better than you." I yelled; my control snapping.

"Percy, this man is the one who forced Sherlock to...your own brother, you never got to meet him because of him!" Yelled John. I stood up and squared up to him. If he thought he could emotionally blackmail into doubting or leaving Jim then he had another thing coming. Before I could shout back, I felt a hand wrap round mine.

"Percy, come on, let's go home." Jim ordered gently. He knew how upset I was.

"Jim, right now, just don't." I snapped at him.

"John, she loves him, there's nothing we can do about it, I never said I was okay with it, but no matter what, she is still my best friend, and if she wants to come over, I'm going to let her. I was being kind by letting him stay with his wife." Angie defended, honestly, but at least she was adult enough to accept it was my life and my choice. "John, I hate to bring this up, but when you joined the army..." Trailed off Angie as John interrupted her.

"That is not the same thing."

"It is justified murder! You are going over there to shoot at people because you think it's the right thing, while those people are shooting back at you because they think it's the right thing! What sense is there really in it? None!" She shouted back.

"Angie, I wasn't shooting at them, I was helping people over there, I'm a doctor!" Retorted John.

"You were still involved, and besides, according to you, you had bad days. You have killed people before, John. And whatever excuses you have for that, I'm sure he can come up with as many excuses for the murders he's had done."

"Angie, leave it. John, if you can't accept what is, then we can't be friends anymore. I will choose Jim every time." I said. My voice was dark.

"Percy, its fine, come on. Thank you for letting us stay Angie." Thanked Jim. I nodded, grabbing my jacket and heading towards the door, my hand firmly in Jim's.

"John, she's like your little sister. You don't have to be involved with Moriarty, but don't completely push Percy out of your life." Defended Angie. John just ignored her, I felt like I'd lost another member of my family.

"I'll see you later, Percy." Said Angie quietly. I nodded stiffly.

"Fine, whatever. Bye Ang. If you're allowed to visit, please come anytime." I said.

Jim kept my hand tightly in his until we got him, when he pulled me into arms and I cried. I hated that John couldn't accept us.

"I'm sorry love." Jim said quietly.

"Don't apologise, please. I love you regardless, that's never going to change." I told him honestly.

"I know. I love you too." He replied, kissing me gently.

"Can we just go back to bed, and ignore the world today?" I asked.

"Sounds perfect." Smiled Jim, he scooped me up bridal style and took me upstairs.