Sebastian cocked his head to the side as he regarded Sherlock. ''Hmm, it has been a while, hasn't it? We have a lot of catching up to do... Maybe we can grieve together.''

''Grieve? Why would I grieve?'' Sherlock decided to play dumb. Sherlock enjoyed a game occassionally.

''Because you are about to lose your life,'' Sebastian said in a calm voice. ''Just like I lost mine.''

Sherlock studied Sebastian, deducing the man. His eyes were sorrowful, he really had lost his life.  

Dark circles hung under Sebastian's eyes, but he was still alert. He had a beard, so it was obvious he couldn't shave where he had been staying.

''You took away my love, so I will take away yours,'' Sebastian shrugged, his fingers tighting around the trigger. Inside, Sherlock felt terrified, but he wouldn't show it.

Sherlock screwed up his face, pretending to think. ''No, no. I don't think that's what happened, Sebastian. You see, Moriarty shot himself.''

John widened his eyes, not seeing where this was going. Sherlock was playing with fire, and didn't see how this would work. Surely it was all just a dream. Anything to do with Sherlock Holmes these days is. He felt a mixutre of happiness and anger towards Sherlock, for leaving and just returning like that. John didn't know what to think. He shoved the thought to the back of his mind as he shuffled his priorities, like, say, his life.

''Jim wouldn't do that. We were in love. Just like you love John. Now I will kill him.''

Sherlock sighed. ''Oh, Sebastian. Where's the fun in that? Moriarty always loved a game.''

''Yes. I suppose he did. What type of game do you want to play?''

Yes, fish on bait. ''Let John go, and we can talk about our game.''

''No. I know you'll pull something. Jim told me about you, Sherlock Holmes. He told me everything I have to know.'' Sebastian frowned as he thought about it. Sherlock deduced that Sebastian was thinking about just how often Moriarty talked about Sherlock.

''No! Actually, I don't want his life. I want yours,'' Sebastian pulled the gun away from John's head and went to move it to Sherlock's head.

Without a second thought, John sprung into action, turning on Sebastian, grabbing Sebastian's arm that held the gun, and twisted it behind his back.

''Drop the gun!" John shouted.

Sebastian refused, and John twisted his arm more, causing Sebastian to cry out in pure agony.

The gun slowly dropped out of Moran's hand, and Sherlock quickly picked it up.

Sebastian tried to struggle out of John's tight grasp, but John wasn't having any of it. While holding the gun up at Sebastian, Sherlock pulled his cellphone out of his pocket, and called Lestrade.

''Hello?''

''Yes, Lestrade? Yes, its Sherlock. Obviously. Well, we have a man here, Sebastian Moran. Yes, the assassin guy. Yes, yes. John, and I are fine. Mrs. Hudson...'' Sherlock pulled the phone away from 

his ear. ''John, where is Mrs. Hudson?''

''At the shops, I think,'' John replied.

Sherlock put the phone back to his ear. ''The shops,'' he told Lestrade.

John loved watching Sherlock at work. He was so calm, yet dangerous and frightening.

''No injuries quite yet,'' Sherlock said, looking at Sebastian, smirking at Sebastian's face. ''Might have a fractured skull, punctured ribs, and he'll most likely have more broken bones. Something tells me he's going to fall down the stairs...''

John couldn't help but laugh. This wouldn't be the first time Sherlock had done it. John could recall Sherlock throwing a man out a window... A few times.

Sherlock hung up the phone, and smiled at John.

''Would you care to accompany me to the stairs, John?'' Sherlock smirked.

''Of course,'' John laughed, leading Sebastian to the staircase. John let go of Sebastian, kicked him in the back, and John and Sherlock watched the other man topple down the stairs.

''I have missed you, John,'' Sherlock told his blogger.

''I've missed you too, Sherlock. More than I can say.''

After Sebastian had gone down the stairs a few times, Lestrade showed up, bringing Mycroft along. It was easier than bringing Anderson and Donovan, the two who did nothing productive, and frankly, their little funny minds probably wouldn't be able to handle the thought of Sherlock returning.

After Mycroft and Lestrade had taken Sebastian back to the Yard, Sherlock sat down on his old seat, enjoying the feel of being home, finally. Sherlock pulled John down on top of him.

''John, I meant what I said the other night. I really do love you.''

''I love you too, Sherlock," John told him.

John got off of Sherlock and Sherlock stood up with him. John looked up into Sherlock's eyes, and Sherlock looked down into John's eyes. They were standing so close they could feel each others body heat.

Sherlock's lips suddenly crashed down onto John's, and John was surprised by just how good Sherlock was at kissing, even though John knew this was Sherlock's first kiss. John immediately kissed Sherlock back, tangling his fingers into Sherlock's curly hair.

Sherlock moaned and John smiled, before pulling away completely. Sherlock smiled down at John before frowning. John was pulling a face. Sherlock knew that face... He was going to- WHACK

Sherlock fell on the ground as John punched him in the face.

''Don't ever leave me like that again, Sherlock Holmes!''

Sherlock sat up in a daze and groaned. ''I guess... I guess I deserved that.''

''Yeah, you did! Why'd you do that?'' John exclaimed.

''I had to, to save you, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade,'' Sherlock hissed in pain.

''From who?'' This was the first that John was hearing about all of this.

''Moriarty. Obviously.''

''But you said he killed himself? How did he keep doing this?''

''Really, John?'' Sherlock stood up and grabbed both sides of John's head. ''Do you pick up on nothing?''

''Still the same old Sherlock, I see,'' John said. John had his eyes closed, but when he opened them again he found himself looking directly into Sherlock's eyes.

Sherlock noticed John's breathing hitch, and he put his hand on John's chest, feeling his heart beat faster than it should. He smiled, and took his other hand and grabbed John's, and placed against Sherlock's chest.

''See, John? Our hearts are beating in unison. Together. How it shall always be.''

John smiled at how sweet Sherlock was being. He was also smiling because, as always, Sherlock was right.

This was how it shall always be.

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