The Final Problems of Johnlock

Moving Forward

(John)
So many things had happened recently. I'd gotten my best friend back from the grave, told him that I had feelings for him, and then we ended up in the "dating" stage. Of course, we had not been out on an actual date yet, but that didn't slow us down.

As I finished eating with Sherlock, I noticed that he had actually eaten something. I smiled in accomplishment, before heading to the kitchen to wash the plates off. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my chest. I snuggled closer to him and leaned my head on his shoulder. Looking into those beautiful eyes that looked like everything I loved, I relaxed a bit. I hadn't realized how stressed about Moriarty I was until he hugged me.

"I have something crazy to announce" Sherlock said quietly, muffled by him planting a kiss softly on my head. "I think I'm in love." This statement surprised me. I couldn't imagine him ever saying that. Especially when he was talking to me.

As I faced him, my confusion  must have shown, because Sherlock looked a bit panicked, scared that he had done something wrong.

"Oh, no Sherlock, that's not what that look meant." His whole body shook with relief after I'd said this but then he blurted out, "What is it then?"

"I just, didn't think that you would ever love me." I whispered dejectedly. Slowly, he walked up to me and began holding me. 

"I will always love you John." Then, he turned my head so that I was facing him, and kissed me. I fell into that kiss, savoring every moment. After a few seconds, Sherlock's phone buzzed. Grudgingly, he looked at it, and saw that it was a message from Greg. Apparently, there had been a murder, somewhere, and the police needed help to solve it.

"Shocker, they need me." Sherlock really had changed; he was being sarcastic. I smirked, and he seemed to realize what he had said. Looking exasperated, he gave me another kiss, grabbed another sandwich and left.

(Later)

Sherlock had finally returned, and he told me that the case was a very simple robbery, that had taken him more time to explain than to solve. Just as he began to play a very joyous song on his violin, his phone rang.

"What do you want now Mycroft?" Sherlock demanded. After listening for a few seconds, he nodded and said "Ok, I'll be there in a few minutes. He set his violin into his case, and sadly informed me that he had to go out.

"Should I come with you?" I was beginning to feel unhelpful, as all I had done that day was make sandwiches.

"I wish you could John, but Mycroft said to come alone, as it would be extremely easy for me to solve. Plus, you could probably use the rest, as you haven't slept for at least 11 hours." As he said this I yawned, as if proving his point. He gave me a quick kiss, before leaving once again.

I sighed contentedly before realizing that I should probably get ready for bed. I knew that Sherlock would be out for the rest of the night on a case that was "too easy" for me to need to go along. I stripped off my clothes, and put some sweatpants on before hopping into my bed. As I pulled the sheets up to cover me, I slipped off into a surprisingly peaceful dream about Sherlock.

(Sherlock) 

John was very cute while he slept. Of course, he was cute whenever, but especially when he slept. His cheeks were rosy and he curled up into a little ball of John. I slowly and quietly got some pajamas on so that I could lay next to John.

As I shifted into place, right next to him, I noticed that he wasn't shifting around, and he was smiling peacefully. I slowly stroked his head until I eventually drifted off next to him.