Stuck in a web {BBC Sherlock}

Epilogue

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-Grace

It felt so good to be back in 221b. I'd even taken to calling it 'home'. My room was even more amazing after spending a few days in a rooting cell. However good basket street was, there were a few things that were on my mind.

First off, 221b reminded me of Martha, and the loss weighed heavily on my heart.

secondly, I had a huge burn on my right cheekbone, John says that I will have a nasty scar there forever.

But worst of all, things were awkward with Sherlock.

He didn't seem to be speaking much to me, and when he did, he kept his eyes to the floor, or away from my face. He would speak to me as he would a stranger, and John seemed to notice this.

At first I thought that I had done something to upset him, or that he was just recovering from our experience, or the fact his nemesis had worked with his best friend to rescue him.

John knew it was none of these, although I think his idea ludicrous.

He thought that Sherlock was in love with me.

Me.

He said that Sherlock had never been in a relationship before so he didn't know he's take it, and that Sherlock was probably confused by the sentiment feeling.

Johns deduction skills had gotten better in the last year, according to Greg.

Until one time I decided to talk to Sherlock.

I knocked on the door to his room, and when no reply came, I let myself in.

My fist thought was mind palace.

He was in his thinking position, so I clapped his hands between mine. My face was up close to his.

His eyes blinked open, and looked at me in confusion.

"Hey Sherlock." I said, not moving.

"Jane."

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing..."

"Sherlock don't lie to me."

"I-" he trailed off in a mumble

"What was that?"

"IthinkiminlovewithyoubutidontknowandtheagedifferenceisveryconfusingandiveneverfeltlikethisbeforeandI-"

"Ssh." I said putting my finger to his lips, smiling. I could hear John's voice in my head. Told you.

"Sherlock, do you care what people think?"

"Not usually no."

"Do you care about age?"

"I... I dont-"

"Ok, let me rephrase that. Do you care what I think?"

"yes." He said quickly

"And if I don't mind the age difference, do you?"

"no..."

"Good."

I stared into his eyes, the multicoloured greeny grey blue eyes, and smiled.

"So... So does this mean?" Sherlock asked, smirking- he tilted his head to the side.

"It means whatever you want it to mean." I whispered, sitting on his lap.

"Ok..." He leaned forward and kissed me.

So I kissed him back.

~~~~~END~~~~~

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