Sherlock and John were once again alone in the TARDIS as they had deep down wanted for three weeks so desperately. They retreated to the room they were in the first time.
"Sherlock, why are we here?" asked John.
"You think I know?" laughed Sherlock.
"I'm asking what you think. You must have picked up something from that little encounter."
"No, not really anything bedsides stupid useless things about those people," replied Sherlock.
"Wow, that's nice."
"What?"
"You're so rude all the time, it's fine, I'm rude as well, but you are…" sighed John.
"I'm what?"
"A piece of work, that's all."
There was an awkward silence before Sherlock broke it saying, "I can deal with other people insulting me, but not you. Never you."
"I'm sorry, I'm just being honest, and that's all."
"Nice to know you think I'm such a terrible person." Sherlock turned his back on John.
"Now, look I didn't say that, Sherlock. You're a wonderful person, to me anyways. That's all that matters." Sherlock was silent. "Sherlock, look at me." He didn't. "Please?"
John grabbed Sherlock's shoulder and turned him around to face him. Sherlock didn't look sad, just a bit cross.
"C'mon, give me a smile," pleaded John. Sherlock flashed him a horribly fake smile. John laughed. Sherlock smiled sincerely. Hearing John laugh never ceased to make him smile.
"I love you," chuckled John. Sherlock stopped laughing and looked at John lovingly.
"I love you," Sherlock said sincerely. John stopped laughing and stared Sherlock in the face. He grabbed the back of his neck and pulled Sherlock's lips to his. Sherlock stepped over in front of John rather than the left side of him and wrapped his arm around John's waist.
He gripped him tight and pushed him against a wall. Sherlock's mouth covered John's, making John's face heated. He clutched him. Sherlock reached for John's wrists and pinned them to the wall and kissed his neck.
"Sherlock…" sighed John. Sherlock brought his mouth back up to John's. He suddenly realized something as he kissed his beloved best friend, was he going to remember this or forget like the last time? John freed himself and pulled away from Sherlock, sensing something was wrong.
"What's the matter?" asked John.
"We're going to forget this ever happened," said Sherlock sadly.
Yay Johnlock!
