Sherlock solved his missiles problems while I stayed behind at 221B making dinner. When the boys come back Sherlock sits in his chair, and John makes his way over to the desk. I give John a plate of food, waiting for his reaction. I watch him try a bit and see his eyes get wide. "I….this is amazing." I smile at him and give him a thank you. I give Sherlock a smaller plate with less food on it (because I know he won't eat all of it anyway) and sit down at the table watching them, while eating my own helping. I give Sherlock enough for energy but not a lot to cause too much trouble for him. He still hates it, the idea of his body wasting time on digestion, but he's given up arguing with me about it.
John, attempting to make tea after he finishes eating, realizes we've run out of milk and leaves to go get some. I take the plates to the sink, then make a quick stop in the bathroom before going back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. While I'm doing the washing Sherlock comes up behind me, "How about I help?" I let Sherlock dry the dishes and we finish them in companionable silence.
"I will have to leave for a bit," He says when we are done. "Okay, just text me if you need anything. I'm going to go out and get ice cream," I say to him. We kiss at the door, then go our separate ways.
When I get back John and Sherlock are still gone, and as I'm unlocking the door I see Mycroft's car pulling up. The car door opens, "Something's happened," I say to perceptively Mycroft's partners.
"Yes."
"Let me give this to Mrs. H." I run in and give the ice cream to Mrs. H., then run back to car and get in. We end up at the hospital where I was lead to a private room where Sherlock and John are being taken care of by doctors. I look at Sherlock, who seems to be getting quite irritated by all the people buzzing about, and just keeps saying, "I am fine!" I walk over to him, and he noticeably relaxes when I am within in touching distance of him. He takes my hand and relaxes even more, finally letting the doctor do their jobs. We stare at each other, then I sigh.
"Yes," he simply responds. So he has won this particular battle. I wonder what he wants now.
After taking some time, Sherlock and John were released. John goes to see his girlfriend, or whatever he is calling her, and I take Sherlock back to 221B. Mycroft was there and I end up leaving them alone to talk. They needed a moment to be brothers. I smile to myself, mummy would be so happy to see her boys having a 'moment'.
I make more tea, putting it on a serving plate with milk, honey, and sugar, and bring it out to the Holmes men, putting it on a table and leaving as quickly as I came. Since I'm not currently involved in anything, I decide to occupy my time by cleaning up the mess the flat has become. I start by cleaning up the rest of the kitchen, and once that was done I started to put away and fix the books that Sherlock and I have collected over the years. I kept a lot here; it was easier than hauling all of them with me every time I went off to a new location for yet another degree. I notice that a lot of my books are misplaced, but well taken care of by Sherlock, even more than his own were. I clean off of the dust from some and place them in their right place, reminiscing over each one. Due to the sheer number of books we've amassed it takes even longer to tidy the books than it did to clean the kitchen. It may not look like it just from glancing around the flat, but Sherlock has never kept all of his books in just one location; it's his nature to scatter them about.
I was very absorbed by my cleaning efforts, so when Sherlock wraps me up in his arms it startles me. I do jump, but I manage to keep hold on to the book in my hand, the very first book we got together, "Collection of Poe's and Shakespeare's Poem's"
"We needed that. Thank You, Lex" He starts to kiss my neck, then leads me to his room for the night. There before going to sleep he briefly explains to me the incidents that happened at the pool. I don't need him to say much, it's not like I was curious earlier, I'm just glad both boys are safe. I want a chance to marry my fiancé someday. I snuggle into him and wonder more about this Moriarty person.
When we wake up in the morning, it was to the sky lightening up by the rising sun; it's bright enough that it looks like it could even be noon. We stayed in bed for a while longer, just getting up for snacks, and bathroom breaks. I hope we can get more of these days before Sherlock gets more cases, after that happens I will have to find something to keep myself busy. Mycroft said something about the university wanting a new professor…
The rest of the day passed quietly and peacefully (at least as quiet and peaceful as 221B ever was), but when we got out of bed the next day I decided to ask Mycroft about the university job. He calls when Sherlock is taking a shower.
Mycroft informs me that he had already sent in my resume, and I got the job easily and it was waiting for me. I question him about how easily I got a job I did not even know I wanted yet, but of course it was Mycroft showing that Sherlock was not the only smart person in the family. Sometimes it is easy to forget that both Holmes brothers are brilliant, and that both like to show off.
When Sherlock comes out of the bathroom we go out to eat and spend the rest of the day together. The next day goes roughly the same, and just as I'm starting to develop a sense of complacency I realize it can't always be this simple. I'm proved right by John coming back; the boys have another case.
I supported them, with hints and nudges here and there (and an increasing frequency of cooking), but then summer ended and I moved out into my own flat and started teaching classes at the nearby university. I mostly teach History, Linguist, and Victimology classes. I went to a lot of different departments (something my students sometimes have trouble wrapping their minds around) but the faculty and students loved having me around no matter where I go.
Unfortunately, lately Sherlock has been getting jealous of how much time I spend at the university; I was teaching classes, making the time we spend together less and less. I've managed to make a system, though. I keep the number of papers that I assign to my students low, which means less time spent grading for me, and give Sherlock my weekends to make up for the lack of time we see each other (besides sleeping together on the weekdays).
As time flows by, the end of the term and finals week approaches quickly. Simply because of the inevitability of that time of year, I had so much more to grade than usual. I've even recruited Sherlock into helping me. I give him my best students, the ones I think might pass by without completely driving him up the wall, but he still dislikes some of them for being "stupid" or "idiots." All of my classes had end of term papers due and I really needed the help of an extra mind. So I just had to keep reminding him that they are just underclassmen, and to not judge them too severely.
Eventually I gave him all of the Victimology papers, and he had some fun correcting them (although I worry about some of the notes he left for them; pointing out every little inaccuracy- and why- and correctly solving their cases). I finished all the other papers, graded the finals, then posted my student's final grades for the university. Finally the fall term was over! I had really enjoyed teaching, and it kept me occupied when John and Sherlock ran off to do their 'thing', but I had missed Sherlock. And from his impatience for me to post the final grades, and then the gentle look of delight on his face when everything school related was finished, I knew he had missed me too.
We spend winter in my flat. Sherlock took a huge break from cases; Lestrade was more than happy to give him a break, saying that if he needed him he would come to get him. For a week John was free to do whatever he wanted. We decided we need the time to catch up with each other.
Sherlock clings to me, to make up for the loss of time during the fall term. I decide to only teach five classes for the spring term, close to only half of what I did the fall term, and the idea seems like a good one to everybody.
We spent Christmas together and with everyone over at 221B, it was nice to have all the friends under one roof for a happy event unrelated to mysteries or murder (although I'm sure if given a chance Sherlock might find some way to integrate The Work into even Christmas). I give Sherlock two gifts, another violin (a rare antique that I had found and had convinced Mycroft to help me get), and another microscope (his old one was getting worn down from overuse). He put the violin away in a very safe place; I hope he will play it sometimes. Sherlock gives me a book. He was so clever, it was a book of poem's he wrote that were all of his cases that he and John did without my help. Now I will have the opportunity to solve the cases I missed, too. He's promised to add to it with future cases. We were both so content and happy, also thanks in no small part to the delicious snacks Mrs. H. brought, so we spent the rest of the evening on the sofa just watching our friends mingle and soaking in the moment and each other.
On New Year's Eve we kissed at midnight, and on New Year's Day we spent all day in bed. It's really a wonder John still thinks Sherlock's a virgin, although I suspect Mrs. H. had her own ideas.
The first few months of the year flew by in a hurry. Halfway through the spring term, over spring break, Sherlock got the two of us a six day stay in Italy. It was good to be happy and together away from everything on London for a few days; we agreed to come back for our honeymoon after we finally got married.
After out return from Italy, Sherlock had another two days free and I wrangled him into helping me grade papers again. I know there are about a hundred other things he would find much more interesting and worth his time (he thinks I don't see his occasional glances towards the kitchen where all of his lab equipment is), but he stays put and endures my underclassmen papers because he loves me. And I love him so much for it.
The rest of the term flies by, and before we know it Sherlock and I are dealing with final papers and final grades again (I joke about him being my 'teacher's aid'). But then the school year is over and I'm once again on vacation.
During the summer, Sherlock had both John and I as his partners for his cases. John was very happy to have someone to switch off with sometimes, that way he could go off and be a doctor when he needed or wanted to without worry of Sherlock pulling him away from his patients, or go out to bars or on dates.
We spend a lot of time on cases but we still find time to be alone together in my flat. Sherlock even spent some time tinkering and upgrading the security system my building came with, and it was a good thing he did because one day someone tried to break into my place. Thanks to my ingenious fiancé they couldn't even get past the front door before the police and Mycroft's men swarmed the place. Sometime being almost-related to the British government has its perks.
I'm inside when it happens; I wait to see if they could get in. The camera system Sherlock set up got everything, giving the police the evidence they needed to come and arrest the men. Sherlock is very happy his system worked, but now he uses it as a reason to stay at my flat even more than he did before. Like he needs a reason; however, I do feel safer with him there.
When fall comes around I stick to my routine of teaching five classes. The University and I have a good relationship. I notice that there are some students that take all my courses, and I see students who took my classes in previous semesters coming back for more with me. One such student happens to be a man about my age. I was worried this might happen, I myself did graduate at a very young age, and this man is not the only student of mine close to my age, but I start noticing behavior that could almost be taken for flirting. Eventually it started to seem a little weird to me.
Sherlock also notices (of course he does) and begins looking into him. However, his efforts fall away about the time of fall break thanks to a case from Buckingham Palace itself. Thanks to this interesting development, my fiancé finds and meets 'The Woman".