John woke up and looked to his left. Sherlock was staring right back at him. His black curls were a huge mess and they fell onto Sherlock's forehead.
"Good morning John." he said. John smiled.
Good morning." he said. Sherlock's eyes flicked over to John's should. Just for a second. Then a smile crept onto Sherlock's face.
"What?" John asked. Sherlock touched the bullet wound on John's left shoulder.
"We match." Sherlock said.
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
