Sherlock spent the next few days happier than he'd been in years. He had John's heart. Now that he knew it, it was easy to see the signs. Sherlock couldn't believe he hadn't seen it before. He finally sent John another anonymous ask after learning from molly that John was worrying again about not getting another. It had been a few days since they'd talked, but Sherlock had been busy trying to figure out whether or not he should tell John, or if he should at all.

Anonymous:

I apologize for not replying sooner. Of course I don't mind. I'm sure the person you've alluded to is as amazing and brilliant as I am. I wish you every happiness or whatever the saying is. I'm not at all offended and of course we can still be friends.

bonds-companion:

Thank you. For all of it really. I see you still manage to be full of yourself even when wishing me happiness or whatever. It's rather amazing in and of itself. And I'm glad we can still be friends and you finally replied. I was afraid I'd hurt you or something. I'm really glad you understand.

Sherlock smiled at the quick response, but left it at that for the moment. He still had to think about what to do. He was worried that John would freak out, but then thought there was no reason for him to. He should be happy. Sherlock thought so anyway.

Molly shook her head at Sherlock's grin and both Sherlock's and John's words, but didn't say anything. She had of course seen the conversation about his feelings for Sherlock and immediately started telling Sherlock that he had to tell John. It had been a long drawn out conversation that Sherlock wanted to keep from repeating and so was glad she didn't say anything now.

Even Greg had showed up at his home to tell him he had to tell John now that Sherlock knew his feelings for him. Though Sherlock was convinced it was just an excuse to see his brother. As soon as he noticed the glances between the two of them he shuddered and shooed Greg from his room. Though it was curious to think he wasn't the only Holmes that was falling to sentiment, not that Mycroft admitted it yet.

If Sherlock was honest, it was rather amusing to watch Greg pursuing Mycroft. Mycroft continued pushing him away, or saying few words in response to Greg's long monologues. Greg seemed to be enjoying himself though, finding it a challenge most likely. But still, Sherlock tried to stay away from the two.

Greg had started visiting as often as Molly and they started knocking again, every day. Sherlock found however that he didn't get a repeated diatribe from Mycroft about how he didn't want to answer the door for Sherlock's annoying friend. Sherlock knew that was proof enough of Mycroft's sentiment, but wisely kept his mouth shut, for the time being anyway. He'd find the perfect time to use his knowledge against Mycroft.

Another addition to Molly's visits was John. But John's visits weren't nearly as often as the other two, because of his dad though he never said. Sherlock couldn't know when John was going to show up. Sometimes John would walk home with Sherlock, sometimes he'd show up with Molly and Greg, sometimes he'd appear hours later, and sometimes he didn't show at all. Sherlock found that there was no way to predict it.

Often he found himself slamming his laptop shut when John entered late, earning a confused glance from John, especially when Molly was staring at his computer as well. John never asked questions though, and Sherlock was glad for that, not that he couldn't lie, but that he didn't want to lie directly to John's face.

Sherlock didn't mind the days when John wasn't there like this day, only because he was still able to talk to him via tumblr and text even at this point. He didn't text John when they talked on tumblr though, mostly because he was afraid of John putting together his writing style and figuring out they were the same person. Part of him was surprised he hadn't done it yet, but then it was probably so unlikely, that John couldn't put it together without a bit of help, help that Sherlock refused to give.

Molly sighed softly and Sherlock knew she was getting ready to start another argument. Sherlock shook his head. "Don't start." He replied before scrolling down John's blog, happy to continue looking at John's blog and finding more about John with every post.

Molly sighed again, louder this time. "It's just not fair to John." She said softly. Sherlock shook his head. "Of course it is. I'm giving him time. And he'll know eventually. I just haven't figured out how or when I'm going to tell him. But I think it will likely happen before the year is up." He said, adding a smile as if he was being completely reasonable and generous even.

Molly's eyes widen. "A year?! You're going to leave him without any idea… for a year?! It's already been too long Sherlock. After what he said to the anon… so sure that you'd never see it.. It's not fair to him." Sherlock frowned and finally looked up at her. "He'll be fine." He said.

Molly rolled her eyes. "It's not about that.. It's about you both. It's about trust and whether or not he'll be upset or hurt."

Sherlock frowned more. "He won't be. He'll be fine. Happy even. When I get around to it." He muttered. "If you're only going to complain and continuously bring this up, you can go." He added. Molly bit her lip before letting out yet another sigh. "Fine. I'll drop it. For now. But we do have that assignment to go over." She said, pulling her work out of her bag and moving to the bed.

She waited a moment, before raising an eyebrow at Sherlock, expectantly. Sherlock sighed and got up from his desk, grabbing his own bag and practically stomping over to the bed like a child. He had just sat down when the door opened, emitting John. Sherlock grinned at the sight of him, before he felt the panic fill him and his eyes flit toward his computer which was still open and on John's blog, before he glanced at John whose own eyes were aimed at the laptop, widening as he saw it. "That… that's my blog.." He said, sounding confused.

Sherlock had the urge to rush over and close his laptop but knew it was irrational since he had already seen it. Instead Sherlock watched John, trying to see how much John had figured out, and whether the reaction was good or bad.

John stared at the laptop for a long time. At first it was just the shock of seeing his own blog on someone else's computer. Then it was seeing his blog on Sherlock's computer. Slowly it sank in and his thoughts started headed toward a different direction. He bit his lip. "I… how much have you seen? How long have you known it was mine?" He asked. He needed to know if Sherlock had seen John's confession to the anon. On top of that, there was no reason to pretend that Sherlock didn't know it was John's. Sherlock was far too intelligent for that, plus Molly was sitting right there, and he had given her his name. His eyes widened more, thinking Molly had told him after seeing the confession herself. But he couldn't really see her doing that. He shook his head slowly and focused his eyes on Sherlock's, trying to keep from panicking.

Sherlock met his gaze and seemed to look as composed as ever. "I've seen all of your blog John. And don't be upset at Molly," He started, seeming to read John's mind as usual. "I was actually the one to show her your blog. Or rather she did exactly as you, seeing it as she walked in." He said.

John swallowed, becoming paler at his words. "So you saw…. My conversations to the anon…" He started quietly. His mind was racing, wondering if there was some way to take back the words he said to the anon, though he knew he couldn't. He thought about telling Sherlock it wasn't him, but again he couldn't. Who else spends there lunch in the chem lab and is all about experiments and science?

Sherlock nodded in response, keeping John from having to explain more. "Yes. I saw them." He said. John tried to think of something else to say before Sherlock spoke again. "I am the anon." He said quietly. For a moment, John thought he misheard, then his eyes widened again. "You… you're the.." He took a step back, leaning against the door frame. Sherlock nodded again, watching John.

Molly bit her lip and stood slowly. She put her things back in her bag quietly. And moved toward John and the door. Her movement caught his gaze and he looked at her. "You're cutesy-cats-loves." He said quietly, as if it was obvious now. Molly bit her lip and nodded. "I'm so sorry." She said quietly. "I wanted to tell you." She added before slipping out the door and heading down the stairs, deciding to leave them alone for the moment.

Sherlock's eyes never left John, waiting for his reaction. John looked at him again. "Why didn't you tell me? You were my anon this whole time? What, you met me and then decided to start messing with my mind?!" His voice got louder as he spoke slipping easily from shock to anger. Sherlock decided to stay quiet, not correcting him and reminding him that he was his anon before they had met in person. John continued, getting louder and moving toward the bed a bit. "You've been messing with my head! What was your plan? To drive me crazy in person and online? To make me fall in love with two people? To turn me gay?! What do you get from that?"

Sherlock shook his head slowly, mind working, trying to figure out what to do, what to say. He didn't know how to work with this. He didn't know how to make John's red and angry face turn back to the smile he usually saved for Sherlock. He opened his mouth to speak, to say anything at all but was interrupted again by John.

"Whatever your plan was. It worked. Congratulations! I'm gay and fell for you twice! My mind has been in shambles for weeks, unsure about what to do or who to approach. But congratulations for you. Whatever experiment you've been working on, I hope it turned out fanfuckingtastic!" He snarled before spinning around and storming out the door, leaving Sherlock sitting on his bed eyes wide and mouth open, willing himself to call out, to say anything at all.

Molly had stopped when she reached the door and heard yelling from upstairs. She cringed, but knew she couldn't leave just yet. Sherlock would need her, just like John was likely to need Greg after this. She glanced over to where Greg and Mycroft were sitting on the sofa, all eyes on her, raised in question. "John saw his own tumblr on Sherlock's laptop." She said, and watched both faces morph into understanding.

She didn't question Mycroft's knowledge on the subject, the man was intimidating to her and she still didn't speak to him much, but Greg did enough of the talking for the both of them. She took a step toward them before hearing the door upstairs slam shut and then seeing John come barreling toward her. She stepped out of the way just in time for him to rush through the door, slamming it behind himself as well, making Molly cringe before sighing and heading upstairs to do damage control.

Greg watched the whole thing as well, before looking at Mycroft apologetically and taking his leave. He too had damage to control, though his was seemingly much more volatile than molly's and he hoped he'd be able to manage it before it got out of control.