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John ran with almost warp-speed to the flat. To say that the passer byes were confused was a huge underestimation.

The good doctor looked a little like Khan* whilst running; his face was set in full concentration and you sometimes couldn't quite say where he began and ended. It was just a mass of moving molecules, wobbling from one space to another.

When John finally reached the flat, he was powered out to no extent. He was never going to do that again. EVER! But it had been for a good cause.

John stepped into the flat as if he was on one of the famous drugs-busts. He analyzed each corner of every room, not even letting out the broom cupboard. But as Sherlock was not Harry Potter, he wasn't anywhere to be found.

Good god, what was the man up to now? Maybe he was on a case gone wrong, getting tortured over and over again. Stop... lord, stop it now!The brain was a complicated thing.

But he didn't have to tell his brain to shut up any longer, as he found a note pinned onto the fridge.

Dear John,

As you have decided that I was unworthy of your so called "love" and you were not in the position to be in want of acquiring a relationship with me, I made a decision as well, to be able to stay away from you and your evident foolishness. I hope you will consider my decision and come to terms with it, or as you would say it frankly: Fuck off.

With love –SH

Someone was angry. This far was obvious.

But John had to call Sherlock! Right now!Why must love always be spoiled? And how is it possible to spoil everything for yourself? But still, he could call, just maybe everything would work out. One could only hope.


Sherlock's phone rang. A shrill and aching sound.

Hadn't he told everyone to shut up? Just let him go, ignore him. It is only what he deserved.

But the ringing did not seem to have an end and so he decided to just pick it up. Destroying the connection had crossed his mind as well, but he soon let that idea be deleted. Maybe Greg was on the other line and would tell him that Anderson had burnt his earlobes, he wouldn't want to miss that for the world.

"Sherlock Holmes, detective, pissed off. Anything I could possibly do to brighten your day?" Sherlock spit out.

"John Watson, doctor, same. I um... need to talk to you Sher'." John stuttered breathlessly.

"Sher'? Really?"

"Oh, no need to be a sissy, Sher'. It's about us."

"Us? Are you kidding? There is no-"

"There may be."

"Wait, what are you referring to?"

"I may or as well not-"

"Just say it!"

"I can't ! This is so embarrassing, to do this on phone..."

"Just get on with it John, I've got better things to do than –"

"Okay, okay. Christ, calm down. So, Sherlock. I need to tell you that I am the stupidest person alive and-"

"I knew that before, John."

"-I am so sorry, Sherlock. So, so sorry. I was too daft as to see that I- John Watson have never been more in love."

"With whom?" Sherlock said, with concern hidden behind his eyes.

"You, you moron."

(*Khan= aka John Harisson, badass in Star Trek Into Darkness. Shame on you if you had to read this.)

Author's got some important stuff to say: I will be gone for the next two weeks and so my next chapter will take some time to be published, I am sorry. I still love you all, I just won't be having the time or the equipement there. Sorry! :/

This chapter is a litlle short as you may have noticed, but I just wanted to be able to publish something before I am gone.

I hope you all have a fantastic two weeks without me and will be able to carry on without this story for a while. Stay strong and have fun!