The Final Problems of Johnlock

Moriarty

(Sherlock)
No. This couldn't be real. I'd seen him shoot himself, so how could he be alive? I realized what this meant for all of my friends.

"Mycroft, you must make sure that Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson are ok." My brother seemed shocked when I said this, and I wondered why for a second. Then I realized; I hadn't usually cared about if those people were ok. The first time was when I was on that rooftop, and that was mainly me thinking about how 3 lives for 1 was a good deal.

"Of course Sherlock, my best men are already on it." Wearily, I began pacing. How was this possible? I thought I'd taken down every person that could harm my friends, but obviously I was wrong. "Brother mine, I do believe that you can take care of the one you have in your possession?" He seemed a bit unsure about this, but quickly I assured him that I would definitely protect John.

"Alright then, you'd better be careful Sherlock, you never know what could happen." *Click*

As I began pacing again, I heard something coming from the bedroom. John! I almost forgot that he had been sleeping. He was making a noise that was almost inhuman. When I got there, he was curled up in a ball on the bed, reaching his arms out to an invisible person. He was slowly muttering something repeatedly, until I finally realized what it was; he was muttering "Sherlock".

My eyes welled up with tears as I went over to John. I knew I shouldn't wake him up since he had been having so little sleep, so instead I comforted him. I gently kissed his forehead and muttered to him. Eventually, I ended up falling asleep curled up next to him, listening to the sound of his soft, even breathing.

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When I finally wake up, I realized that John had left. I jolted up, looking around until I found out where he had gone; the bathroom door was open. I smiled to myself until I looked at the clock. It was already 11:38? How had I slept this long? I hadn't slept this late since I was 5 years old, when I started to keep myself on a schedule.

A few minutes later, John walked out of the bathroom, with his hair spiked up and a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Afternoon Sherlock." He said as he shifted his toothbrush to the other side of his mouth.

"How did you sleep?" He looked at me as though he was trying to determine that by looking.

"Great" I replied honestly, "I haven't slept that well in years."
John looked at me sadly, but I had no clue as to why that would make him sad.

"I made some sandwiches, if you'd like some." He looked a bit self conscious about this, and I realized that it was about whether or not I'd like them.

"That would be lovely John." I decided to give it a try. I wasn't normally a huge fan of sandwiches, but I did love John and I'd give anything to see him happy.
He smiled gratefully, and left the room to grab them. While he was out, I got dressed quickly so that I would be ready when John came back.

I knew I had to tell him about Moriarty sooner or later, but I wanted to make sure he was ok first.

"Knock knock" John said, announcing his presence. I smiled warily at him, and he seemed to notice something was off.

"Alright, what's the matter?" John demanded "lets hear it."
Sighing, I looked at him, deciding to tell him.

"It's James Moriarty- he was spotted nearby. We need to keep out of sight for a while." I looked away from John, expecting him to yell at me, but instead he did something crazier. He sighed and said

"I knew it." I was confused. How did he know that one of my biggest enemies was back on the streets, waiting to make his next move.

"I knew that nothing could be this perfect without consequences." He muttered to himself. I then did something crazy- I ran up to John and kissed him. Although we had kissed before, this was all new. Before it was more desperate kisses, but now they were more passionate, slower and calmer.

I like this I decided. John almost seemed to be at a loss of words, but that could always be because he was still kissing me. I breathed in John's scent- the smell of tea and mint mixed with the slight smell of the shampoo he had used. That's when I made my second major decision of the day- I wanted to be with John forever.