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// John's POV

He was there.

John had seen him.

They had stared at each other.

Sherlock was at his wedding.

He was hiding!

God Sherlock! Why would he show up if John had told him he never wanted to see him again?!

To be honest...John did enjoy seeing him.
Even if it was the last time.

John knew Sherlock could tell John was upset. If it was from his look, or the music piece John had played for Mary.

But oh well.

John had lost him.

John Watson had lost his consulting detective forever.

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John Watson and Mary Morstan (Watson) had been married for a year.

They lived an ordinary life. Well they didn't have kids.

Well Mary wanted one but John didn't really need a kid. It didn't feel right for him.

John was sitting at his desk at work. He worked as a doctor. Again. But now not as a military one. A regular one people visited regularly.

John's shift was over so he packed up and left.

He took the tube home. He couldn't bare take any cabs. They reminded him of Sherlock.

John walked home the rest of the way.

He was tired.

He changed into some pyjamas and climbed into bed.

"How was your day sweetie?" Mary asked kissing John's cheek.

"Hmm? Oh, it was okay." John groaned.

Mary sighed and turned away from him before turning off the lights.

John lived a boring life now. Very boring.

He lived as an ordinary man now! How dull.

John wanted a life full of adventure! Full of mystery and crime!

Like the life he used to have with Sherlock.

He missed that life.

Oh how John wished he could run away and look for Sherlock to hug him and tell him how sorry he was and how happy he was to have him alive!

To tell him...how much...

How much....he loved him.

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John woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon.

John opened his eyes and sat up to stretch better.

He changed into some trousers and a jumper and headed downstairs.

"Bout time you got up." Mary sighed. "You're almost late for work!"

John looked at the clock and groaned.

He had five minutes to get to work. John grabbed a piece of bacon and ran back upstairs to change into something more formal.

He ran back downstairs and kissed Mary goodbye.

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John made it to work just in time.

He sat in his office and waited for someone to check on.

He sighed and looked around the small room. It had everything a doctor's office would have.

Except one thing was different.

John had pictures.

Pictures of his friends/loved ones.

He had a few of him and Mary and a few of him and his colleagues.

But one of them. Was the most special to him.

It was one of him and Sherlock. A picture Mrs Hudson took of them when they had fallen asleep in each others arms after getting drunk one night.

It was a very awkward situation when they awoke but it was special to John.

Memories of them began to flood John's head. And tears began spilling out. He couldn't stay. Not in the hospital. He just couldn't! He wasn't in the mood for his job today.

He packed up, wiping his tears and left his office.

John walked down a few halls before bumping into one of the nurses.

"John? Are you alright? Where are you going?" She asked.

John could feel tears flooding his eyes again and he leaned his hand against the wall and covered his face with the other.

"J-just. I'm going home okay?! I can't be here today." He sobbed.

She nodded and hugged John.
"It's alright. I know you miss him." She whispered.

Everyone knew John missed the great detective. He always talked about him.

He even insulted Mary a few times, by accident of course, on how she couldn't notice the littlest detail when Sherlock could just take a glimpse at something and know everything.

John ran home. He changed into a comfortable jumper and jumped into bed. Mary was at work anyways, so no one could disturb John with his sleep.

He dreamt of Sherlock.

He dreamt of the fall.

John quickly opened his eyes and jolted upwards. He had awoken when Sherlock's body fell in his arms in a dream he had.

How long had he slept?

John glanced at the clock.

2:27PM

John got home at around 10:43AM.

Mary was probably home now.

John got out of bed and moped around the house.

He glanced at a few more pictures of Sherlock as him and sat on the couch.

"John." Mary whispered holding back a sob.

John looked up at Mary with a worried look.

"You're unhappy." She continued.

John opened his mouth to speak but she quickly shut him up.

"No John, let me finish. You're unhappy living with me. Being with me. Being married to me. Because I'm not him." She chocked out.

John's eyes began to water.

"Mary..."

"John. Just. Do you love me?" She asked.

"Mary of course I love you but- "

"Then go. Go to him. We'll find out something about the marriage. We'll get a divorce. Just go with the man you truly love? Not for me. But for you." She smiled.

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And now John was out of the streets looking for Sherlock.

The love of his life.

He had been out for hours searching and searching. He even went to the flat but Mrs Hudson said he'd gone out somewhere.

// Sherlock's POV

Sherlock drove around the streets of London. Driving to no where in particular. He just drove.

He was as a red light.

He looked around to see of there was anywhere he'd want to go when he saw him.

John.

Just walking around by himself. Where was Mary?

Oh Sherlock didn't care where Mary was at that moment. He just needed to see John.

The blogger looked troubled.

The light went green and Sherlock drove into an empty parking space by a small shop.

He ran out of his car and ran.

He was across the street from John.

Sherlock stood there. Staring at John. Wondering if he saw the detective, would he walk away? Would he run to him? Into his arms?

Sherlock's trail of thoughts were broken by a surprising sight.

John had seen him. And his eyes lit up.
The sadness in them left at that very moment. Now there was a spark of hope.

// John's POV

He saw him.

He saw him!

John found Sherlock! And he saw him!

They were looking straight at each other.

Eyes locked. Blue ones with galactic grey blue green ones.

John began to walk towards him. Then he ran.
He ran towards the man he longed to see.

He didn't care about all the cars that blared their horns at him.
All he cared about was getting to Sherlock.

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He crosses the street and ran into Sherlock's arm's.

Sherlock embraced him into a hug and they both began to sob.

"Sherlock! Oh god Sherlock...s-sherlock." John sobbed.

"Shhh it's okay John. I'm here. I'm here. And I love you." Sherlock whispered into John's hair.

He said it.

Those three words that John longed to hear for so long! And Sherlock had finally said it!

John pulled out of Sherlock's embrace and grabbed his collar, crashing his lips into the detectives.
Sherlock stayed still for a while before his lips began to move and he placed his hands on the sides of John's face.

Their lips moved in sync. John moved his hand to the back of Sherlock's neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

Sherlock licked John's bottom lip, begging for entrance, which John obeyed.
He parted his lips, and their tongues danced and battled for domain.

They pulled away for air and looked into looked away from each other, their faces flushed.

They looked into one another's eyes as they tried to catch their breath.

"Y-you know what this means?" Sherlock breathed out with a laugh.

John smiled and shrugged. "That I ended up with you instead of Mary? And you're happy?"

Sherlock smiled and looked deeply into John's eyes.

He had caught his breath and had regained his posture. He looked at John with a serious expression.

"No. Well yea. But no." He stated.

John looked up and Sherlock in concern.

"It means..." Sherlock began, leaning next to John's ear to whisper it to him.

"You're. Gay." He whispered.

John's eyes widened and Sherlock began to laugh loudly.

John laughed with him and stared into his eyes.

"Sherlock you prick. This is exactly why I love you!" John laughed before pulling Sherlock into another kiss.

•~~~THE END~~~•