Sherlock stayed in the hospital for a week before being released. Although it would be another week and a half to two weeks before Sherlock would be allowed to run around on cases. He was instructed to lay down mostly, and minimize his amount of walking. Because of this, Sherlock has decided to only take mental cases that he can work out in his mind. John finally got his stitches removed and wore a bandage around his leg. The wound looked like a defined star, and John thought it almost looked cool, except for the scary backstory.

Sherlock had been home for a couple of days, and he was starting to get a little bored. He personally okay to move around, but sometimes he felt a little sore and tired. 

"Johhhhnnnnnn." Sherlock groaned. He was laying on the couch, and John was sitting in his chair with a laptop.

"Yes Sherlock?" John replied.

"Bored." Sherlock whined. John smiled and continued to write.

"Find something to read or watch." John suggested.

Sherlock tried to roll over but huffed when he remembered he couldn't lay on the side.

Sherlock grabbed his phone and started to text someone. He did this for awhile, and them sent the messages.

"We're going out to dinner. Get dressed." Sherlock decided. He got up and headed to his room. John shrugged and got up from his spot. 

"What should I wear!?" John yelled up the stairs.

"Formal!" Sherlock yelled back. John nodded and looked through his wardrobe.

He decided on some dark grey slacks with a lighter grey vest. He wore a dark blue button down shirt underneath, and tucked a black tie into his vest. He slicked his hair back and pulled his shoes on.

He headed downstairs and waited for Sherlock. Sherlock wore his usual black blazer and slacks, and wore a lighter blue button up shirt underneath. It was one of the rare occasions that he paired a black tie with his usual attire. 

It was getting colder outside since winter was upon them, so Sherlock pulled on his trench coat and blue scarf, while John wore his normal black jacket.

They caught a cabby and Sherlock plugged in the address. Soon they were being driven towards the most populated part of London. There were skyscrapers made of glass everywhere, and many corporations and joint businesses all around. 

They were dropped off in a round about, and Sherlock lead John into a large building. It seemed to have different purposes as there were directories that had names of corporations, shops, and other businesses.

"Where are we going?" John asked.

Sherlock wagged his finger. "In due time, my dear Watson." He told John. They got into an elevator and Sherlock pressed the button for the 12 floor.

It was a long way up, but they finally were able to exit the elevator. They walked around and through some doors, and finally reached a receptionist desk.

"I've got a reservation under Holmes." Sherlock told her. She looked through her computer and pressed a button. The doors next to her unlocked and a waiter lead them through.

When they entered the room, John was amazed. 

The ceiling high, and the rooms walls were replaced with windows. They were at the corner of the building, and so they could see all over London. 

"Follow me, Mr. Holmes." He lead them across the room past empty and occupied seats. John recognized some famous faces in the room, and felt a little small in comparison. They were lead all the way to the window where a rounded booth was facing the window.

They walked around and scooted in. They had an oval table, and the booth was rounded. The man placed two small cards in front of them and left.

In tiny fine print was the food options. John looked up, and he was able to look over London completely.

"This is gorgeous. What is this place called?" John asked.

"Lilies and Rose. I texted Mycroft and he got us a reservation." Sherlock grinned. John was absolutely stunned. Although he liked the booth seating. He and Sherlock sat next to each other, but at enough of an angle that they could look at each other. And because of the curvature of the table and seat, Sherlock and John had to sit close to each other. 

"Sherlock Holmes, taking me out to dinner in a fancy restaurant I've never heard of. Should I be expecting something?" John chuckled.

"I actually have never heard of this place. Mycroft gave me the address and set up the reservation." Sherlock told him.

"Well it certainly is pretty. It has a gorgeous view." John looked outside, but looked back at Sherlock. "Although the view next to me is also great."

"I'd have to agree with you on that one. The view next to me is very nice." Sherlock grinned. 

The two read over the menu, and the waiter came back for their orders, then left. He was a man of few words.

"So why the special occasion? It's not everyday you and I go out for dinner. Especially not to an exclusive place like this." John asked.

Sherlock crossed his legs and faced John. "I thought this would be a nice place to tell you my secret. And I had some other things to say as well, while we're here. I thought a public yet private area would be perfect. And you seem to like dates." Sherlock rested his arm up on the top of the booth, hovering around John since he was fairly short in comparison. 

John and Sherlock talked for a little bit. They continued all through dinner and part of desert. John found out that Sherlock was a sucker for Strawberry cakes.

"I just realized how much you've changed. But in a good way." John told him.

The two were just talking at this point, both had finished eating.

"How so?" Sherlock asked.

John smiled. "You've become... well I'm not sure which word to use. I know that for strangers, you try to act nicer to spare their feelings, but I can't help but feel that the way you act towards me is genuine." John paused for a moment. 

"You seem happier to be with me. Although that is just an assumption based on the way you act. And I can't help but feel that you like my company. I know before I was around to stimulate you instead of a skull that never spoke back, but now it's more like you want me around. And I'm happy to think that's the case." John added.

Sherlock scooted a little closer and turned towards him some more. "You're assumptions are correct. In the very beginning, I'd say the first week, you were more of a stimulus for me. I was able to bounce ideas off of you, and you would respond. After the first week, you weren't a stimulus. I thought of you as a friend. And my feelings only grew from there. It grew so exponentially that I didn't know what was happening to me." Sherlock admitted.

John thought he understood what he meant, but he wasn't sure. He didn't think Sherlock even knew what he meant.

"I have felt a strong connection to you for quite some time. I've never had a friendship, so I wasn't sure what the feeling was. So I thought this weird new feeling was just the feel of a friend. And as we worked together, it grew. I felt so sad during those two years I was gone, but as soon as I got back, I couldn't wait to see you. And seeing you with Mary broke my heart. Going to your wedding broke my heart again. And talking to her on personal levels broke my heart more. One night, Mary came over and confronted me. We talked, mostly about you. She knew how I felt about you, and she explained the feeling to me. Ever since then, Mary and I understood each other on a different level. And when she died, my heart broke twice because you weren't around, and I wasn't around for you. But now that you and I have continued ourselves the way we have before, my heart doesn't break anymore. It grows bigger." Sherlock concluded.

John scooted a little closer and looked up at Sherlock. Gazing directly into his eyes.

"What exactly is your secret, Sherlock?" John asked.

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, but became more confident. He reached over and grabbed onto John's hand, looking directly at him.

"I love you. I love you, and I have since we met. Even while you and Mary were together, I loved you. Before the fall, I loved you. Right now. I love you. My secret is that I love you, and I always have." Sherlock confessed quietly.

John raised his free hand and placed it on Sherlock's face, drawing nearer. 

"I... love you, too." John whispered. He leaned forward and up, and placed his lips onto  Sherlock.

Sherlock sat there shocked for a moment, but then leaned down and returned the kiss. Both separated and looked at the other.

"Can I finally be in a relationship with you? I've been waiting for ages." John asked.

Sherlock nodded his head. "I've been waiting for this moment. Even if I didn't understand it at the time."

Sherlock leaned down and stole another kiss. He quickly realized he liked the feeling of kissing John.

The waiter came around and placed the check on the table. Sherlock paid with cash and they headed out of the building and got a cabby.

The two walked into the flat, giggling like madman. They were laughing about the cabby. Sherlock texted John in the middle of the ride home that the cabby had a feather kink, and they hadn't stopped laughing since. 

It seemed they were a bit loud because Mrs. Hudson came out of her apartment to investigate. She stopped in her doorway and looked at them.

"What has you two so giddy?" She asked, raising a brow.

"Oh nothing, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock told her happily.

"Are you two drunk?" She asked. They both had big grins on their faces.

John shook his head. "Nope. We're sober." John started to head up the stairs.

"Can you set up the show? I want to see the next season." Sherlock asked.

"Sure." John headed upstairs but Sherlock stayed back for a moment.

He swaggered over to Mrs. Hudson and gave her two thumbs up.

"Did you talk to John?" She asked, knowing what he had been wanting to do.

Sherlock nodded. "I told him how I felt, he reciprocated, and we kissed." Sherlock told her quietly, so John wouldn't hear.

"I'm so happy for you, Sherlock! Come here!" Mrs. Hudson gave him a quick hug before sending him back upstairs.

John had the computer set up, but was in his room changing. Sherlock did the same.

John was the first back to the living room, and he had an idea. He walked over to the AC and turned it down. There was five minutes of freezing air, and then the AC stopped.

John propped up the laptop and sat on the couch. Sherlock came walking in, and he felt the cold.

He saw on the couch, drew his knees up to his chest, and hugged them. John pressed play, and they watched the show. As it progressed, the room got colder and colder. To the point that even Sherlock felt a little cold. John grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around him and Sherlock.

They huddled together and watched the show for god knows how long. Somewhere along the episode, Sherlock fell asleep. He had been more sleepy because of his medication, and not to mention that he had not been getting much sleep.

John paused the episode, and got up. He leaned over and picked up Sherlock. He was surprisingly light for his size, but he was also extremely skinny.

John carried Sherlock to his room, and laid him down. He was about to leave, but Sherlock grabbed onto his wrist. 

John closed the door and crawled in the bed with Sherlock.

Sherlock immediately clung to John, hugging his waist and burying his face into John's lower chest. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock's shoulders ran his fingers through his hair. 

Sherlock immediately fell asleep, but John decided to stay up some more. He must have stayed up till the morning, but either way, he also ended up falling asleep. Both clinging onto the other.