Chosen for Fate

Confrontation

John's eyes darted back and forth as he struggled to take in what he was looking at. He felt one thing, fear. More fear then when he realized Sherlock was a boy's name; more fear then when he was deployed to Afghanistan; more fear then when he was shot; and more fear then when he heard the news of Sherlock's great fall. Sherlock, with his dark curls and high cheekbones, was apparently standing in front of him; who was dead.

"No, no, no no no." the soldier said as he rested the side of his head into his partner's large hands cupping his face.

"You're dead, I-I can't see you anymore." Whispered John, a few tears falling onto Sherlock's delicate hands.

"John, I'm here. Don't." Replied the deep baritone voice that would calm him, but only in his dreams.

"You aren't here you a-aren't real." Whimpered John as Sherlock didn't break eye contact.

"I'm real."

"Please just stop, just stop this. I can-I can't take it anymore." More tears ran down his face, rough from sandy wind, and joined the now light drizzle on the moist grass. "I can't take seeing you anymore. Everywhere I go you are somehow there, watching me. It's just, I can't stand seeing you when you aren't there. I want to see you for real but I can't get to you Sherlock. I'm sorry."

"I'm not dead. John just look at me. Please see." Sherlock responded growing more and more desperate. He had to be with John. He just had to be with the name that had haunted his mind for years. The man who would change everything. "John please, I'm right he-"

"NO YOU'RE DEAD." John cried as he pushed Sherlock off of him and into the grass, John's frantic eyes scanning the grass for the clip to his gun. He spotted the black plastic in the grass and looked up at Sherlock who was recovering from being thrown by the soldier. Hazel eyes met blue as they stare at each other for a moment. Then like he soldier he is, John lounges for the clip to end everything. To end the constant stare of real and not really he has caught himself in. To end the tho9ughtd in his mind and the feelings in his heart. John lands on the ground and stretches a hand out to grab it and load it, but Sherlock is there just as fast and steps on John's hand. John gives a short yell but is too weak to resist and quickly drops it. Sherlock takes a large kick at it and it flies down the hill landing with a barely audible thud in the dewy grass. John goes limp in the grass, a fresh set of tears running down his face. What John said next, Sherlock would never forget.

"Please, just let me die." John said, helpless eyes looking up to the supposed figment of his imagination.

What Sherlock said next John would never forget.

"No."

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They sat in the grass for a long time, pants getting wet but neither caring enough to move. Sherlock's back against his own headstone and John sitting against his chest, Sherlock's long black coat wrapped around them both. John would let out a small sigh every now and again and a long tear would occasionally fall down either cheek. Sometimes the click of an empty gun could be heard, being played around with in John's hands that were familiar with it. Sherlock would sometimes shift a leg or a shoulder but that was it. They just sat together, in the graveyard, where they had met for the first time.

Then in a random moment, John slowly tilted his head up to meet the consulting detective in the graveyard.

"You're real?" He said weakly, still not sure of himself.

"Yes, John, obviously." Sherlock replied, not wanting to set John on edge again. John tilted his head up farther and looked into the eyes of his detective, and the loud crack of a slap could be heard through the entire graveyard.

"aghhhhh" Sherlock moaned as moved his jaw around, his eyes brimming with tears caused by the stinging pain.

"What was that for?" Sherlock questioned, rather annoyed and shocked as he pulled his hand away from his cheekbone.

"For jumping off a building you bloody prick!" John yelled back, taking his soldier defensive stance and clenching his throbbing fist from slapping too hard.

"It was to protect you!"

"But you're Sherlock Holmes and you can do whatever the hell you want, which apparently includes leaving your partner to think you are dead by SUICIDE." John yelled again, sending a glare in Sherlock's direction that was surprisingly frightening despite his short stature.

"I-I- John I-" Sherlock stammered because for once he didn't have a witty comment or a sarcastic remark to make. He could only stare at the man in front of him, and think how cute he looked when he was angry.

"John I-"

"Oh fuck it you idiot." And John's body plowed like a truck into Sherlock's. Chest meeting chest, and lips meeting lips. One of John's hands snuck around Sherlock's thin waist and another was ruffling through the dark curls that he only felt in his best dreams. Sherlock gave a startled gasp at the sudden roughness but decided not to question what was happening and deepened the kiss, just as he did when John invaded his mind and his mouth. Both of the soul mates moaned into each other as bodies become one in the rain pouring down against the both of them. But as all medical students and scientist's know, humans need air; but science seemed to ignore that fact for now as the two seemingly kissed forever in the rain. Lips moving is sync and muffle cries of pure happiness could be heard as the two fulfilled their fate. The fate chosen for them.

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When science eventually did come back to effect the two sweetly pulled apart, lips lingering on each other's, neither taking their hands off each other. John's dazzling eyes looked up into Sherlock's sly smirk. The shorter man rested his head against the wet chest of his partner, no, his found soul mate, Edith a small breath, Sherlock let out a deep sigh as he wrapped his arms around his John's waist and held him closer, never wanting to let him go. Sherlock rocked them back and forth, and then began to hum. A melody he had composed for a long time, called John. John gave a sweet chuckle as Sherlock pulled them slightly apart, and put their hands into a dancing position.

"I don't dance. " the soldier said blushing furiously, looking up at Sherlock between his eyelashes.

"I'll teach you." Sherlock purred in his deep baritone voice into John's ear, turning his legs into jelly which was not good for the dancing.

"Just let me lead," Sherlock purred again, nearly making the strong doctor collapse. But he didn't, and soon they were waltzing, or rather Sherlock was waltzing and John was following along.

"I didn't know you could dance." John whispered with a twinkle in his eye. He knew the man before him would never cease to amaze him for as long as he lived.

"In fact I don't know anything about you, I don't know where we are going, I only know you're name." John said soothingly into his dancing partner's neck, where his head was resting.

"I know we are soul mates, I know we are chosen for each other but what if-" John continued, but Sherlock quickly cut him off with a kiss. Lips that never ceased to amaze him met his again for their second real kiss, just as explosive as the first. John got closer, biting the bottom of Sherlock's lip for more but the detective pulled back. John pouted and stood on his tiptoes for more of the partner he couldn't get enough of but Sherlock spoke again before he could fulfill that thought.

"The name is Sherlock Holmes, and the address is 221B Baker Street. Come at once if convenient." Sherlock said with a sly grin and began walking down the hill.

"And if inconvenient I'll come all the same." John added with a dazzling smile that Sherlock looked over his shoulder to see. John was all his now, all of that messy hedgehog hair, the way his cupids brow curved perfectly into his upper lip, and the way his eyes shown in the sun with that perfect smile that would be in his mind palace forever. The soon to be blogger jogged to catch up to his long-strided consulting detective, and the two walked out of the cemetery hand in hand. Both feeling alive and content with the hard fought fate chosen for them.

-The End

AN: So guys wow, that's um it. I'll probably do a dedication chapter soon then most likely an epilogue. This is my last official chapter so please comment and know that I cried writing the end so please comment how you feel and vote to make it all worth it my lovelies. Signing off.... Emma.