john was going to france to meet with some doctors for an entire month and he asked sherlock to go with him. it took a week to persuade sherlock and john kept saying he needed his intern to be there instead of some untrained, fresh out of uni suck up. when sherlock finally said yes, john said that the trip was a month, but it was really just two weeks. he added an extra two and rented a hotel room in paris, just for them. he sat down and planned to do things that sherlock with a few of his chosings for dinner, here and there. john wanted it to be special because it was close to their anniversary, and he wanted to propose to sherlock. he knew sherlock was going to say no, but he still wanted to do it. he went out and spent hours with molly, searching for the perfect ring, which was just a simple golden one. then john went on a long rant about how he thought he was rushing their relationship, but molly calmed him down. she calmed him down and talked him through it, telling him that sherlock really did love him and she knew because she's listened to sherlock go on for hours about john about how he was an amazing person, just not an amazing doctor. and it warmed john's heart to hear it, and he was positive about it. he was positive about proposing, even if sherlock said no. he was just hoping that sherlock would choose to keep the relationship going.

"you didn't have to come." john whispered to the boy next to him who hadn't looked up from his lap the entire confrence.

"i'm your intern." sherlock whispered back. "i have to do intern things, so that meant comming."

"you're my boyfriend, not intern." john relpiled softly, still watching the doctor that was presenting some kind of new study, he had already forgot.

sherlock sighed and put the notepad he had in his lap on the table in front of john. "if i weren't here, you would not understand what's going on." he said and patted john's knee, taking out his phone to take notes.

"you are correct." john said and read through sherlock's notes, deciding this wasn't a good one to invest in, so they left before lunch.

the next stop was a presentation john was giving to a small class at a local medical college. this was all they've been doing since they got to france and sherlock was bored. he thought john would have something fun planned, but all they've been doing is going from meeting to meeting to teaching classes or giving a presentation somewhere. the last time they had sex was before they left which was a week ago and sherlock was starting to get mad with john.

"you know most these kids don't speak english." sherlock said to john as they walked down the corridor, following a teacher to the lectur hall.

"i made the power point in french." john said and took his phone out, checking his emails. "i can at least pronouce what's on the screen."

"but what about the questions?" sherlock asked. "how are you going to answer those?" 

"can you translate them again?" john asked. "you did it last time."

sherlock let out an agrivated sigh and stared at john who was still looking at his phone. "sure. that's what interns are for." he said, annoyed and walked into the lectur hall, not holding the door for john and letting him run into it.

in the middle of the presentation, someone kept calling john and instead of ignoring it, like he was supposed to, he answered it, excusing himself and leaving the hall. after five minutes, sherlock got up from where he was sitting and took over. when he finished, john came back in and they started questions, sherlock translating for john. then when it was over, sherlock grabbed his laptop and shoved it into his sachel, exiting angrily and going to the car that was waiting for them.

"if you didn't want to come, you didn't have to." john said when he got into the car. "i can tell your pissed."

"i'm going back to london." sherlock said and continued to type furiously on his phone. "already bought a ticket and i'm leaving sunday morning."

"what? no." john said. "you can't." he said and stared at the boy. this would ruin everything.

"i didn't come on this trip to be your intern." sherlock said and looked at the doctor next to him. "i didn't come here so that i could give your presentation while you run off and take a phone call or to be your translator or take your notes while you aren't listening because your too busy texting someone on your phone!" sherlock slightly shouted. "i've been cool about that whole situation a few months back, but i swear if you're texting someone else, i'm leaving. i'm leaving and i'm not coming back." sherlock said, tears forming in the brink of his eyes.

"i-i'm not!" john exclaimed. "i'm not texting any one like that, love. promise."

"then who are you texting?" sherlock asked.

john looked at him. he couldn't tell him. he couldn't tell sherlock about the plans he made for the night he was going to propose. he couldn't tell him that the boat he reserved, the captain fell through and now he was communitcating with the captian to find someone else who had the same opening at the same time, on the same day. his phone went off and before he could check it, sherlock grabbed it and unlocked it, looking at the email he had just recived.

"why are you reserving a boat all the way in le havre?" sherlock asked and looked up at john.

john sighed. "the trip isn't supposed to last a month, it's just supposed to last two weeks." he said and watched sherlock.

"then why are we staying here for a month and why are you reserving a boat that's six hours away?" sherlock asked again.

"because the last two weeks we were supposed to spend in paris!" john said a little louder than usual, putting his face into his hands.

sherlock looked at the man with a frown and returned his phone. "and it was a surprise, wasn't it?" he asked softly.

john nodded and rubbed his face. "i can cancel it if you'd like." he said and looked at the boy, taking his phone back. "since you're going back to london in three days."

"no, don't." sherlock said and scooted over to john. "is this why you've been on the phone the entire trip?" sherlock asked.

john nodded and sat back. "the boat i resvered, the captian had to bail, so he's been helping me find another one."

"but you can just resvere one easily, what's the problem?"

"i need it to be on the same day at the same time." john said and held sherlock's hand. "i just want it to be special. i knew you wouldn't be happy on this trip, so i planned things in paris, things that you like. and i know you've been to paris, but i know you're a big history buff, so i bought us tickets to quiet a few sights and i planned some dinners for us and it was supposed to make you feel better." john said sadly, looking at the boy.

"don't tell me anything else." sherlock said. "i'll forget everything you just said and it'lm be a surprise."

john smiled softly. "really?" he asked.

sherlock nodded and kissed him. "really."

sherlock was still in a sour mood the rest of the week. john didn't understand anything but the english he spoke, so sherlock had to speak for him, which made him look bad. and he was still figuring out the boat thing after a few days so he was sneaking on his phone durning confrences and sherlock had to take his phone and tell him to pay attention like he was some sort of school teacher. the last two days, they didn't have any confrences or anything, so they stayed at the hotel and john helped sherlock releave a lot of stress.

when they got on the train to paris, both of them were extremely excited for the trip, not for the mass of press at the train station, shoving their cameras in their faces as they walked off the train and to the car. john was holding sherlock's hand tightly as they walked quickly to the car, scared that they were going to target him again. when they got to the car, the driver helped sherlock in and closed the door quickly while john put the bags in the boot, making him the new target, but he ignored them and got the job done, getting in on the other side.

"you alright?" john asked sherlock as the car started to move.

sherlock nodded. "they're going to follow us to the hotel."

"no they're not." john said and leaned foward, starting to talk to the driver. the driver was one of john's regulars, so he knew what to do. he drove to a car lot with all the same cars and pulled into a garage. from there the driver got out and talked to some of the workers. they closed the big door, pulling in another car in first. the driver got back in and the other car pulled out, the vans following that car. once the coast was clear, the driver pulled out of the garage and drove to the hotel, getting john and sherlock there with out any press following. the next to weeks, were no work for the both of them. they both promised it, and it was going to stay like that.

the second the door closed behind them was the second they latched onto each other. john pushed their suitcases away with his foot as he pulled sherlock closer, backing them up to the huge bed on the other side of the room. sherlock grinned against the kissed and unbuttoned john's shirt, unbuckling his belt and sliding his hands into his jeans, getting a noise from the doctor. he smirked and pulled away from the kiss, pushing the docotor onto the sofa that was a lot closer than the bed the dropped to his knees.

"someone's egar." john hummed with a smirk, lifting his hips so the boy could pull his jeans down more.

"just returning the favor from yesterday." sherlock said and gave john a wink as he stroked him.

john smirked and let out a soft moan, spreading his knees more as he reclined back into the chair. he sucked in a sharp breath when sherlock took him in completly in his mouth, swallowing around him. "baby.." john moaned as sherlock started to bob his head, looking down at the head of wild curls.

sherlock knew the signs of when john was about to come and pulled off, rising to his feet. "it's only been two minutes, this is a new record." sherlock grinned down at john.

john smirked devilishly and got up, pulling his trousers up, then grabbing sherlock and throwing him onto the bed, making the boy squeal. "new record, huh?" john asked in a low voice, crawling on top of him. "lucky for me, i know what makes you tick." he growled as he slipped his hand under his shirt, pinching sherlock's nipple, making the boy moan loudly and arch his back. "we'll see who gets a new record." he said and pushed the shirt up.