Alone on Baker Street

Chapter Ten (Final)

Two weeks later, Sherlock was fully healed. He and John had already gone all the way. A few times, in fact. And it was absolutely wonderful.

Sherlock paced his bedroom now, a tiny box containing a ring making him extremely nervous.

What if John said no?

No, he wouldn't.

Would he?

Sherlock glanced at his paper again, and then folded it back up for the last time and threw it carelessly on his bed. It was time.

The door creaked open, and John still was sitting on the couch. "You said there was something important you needed to tell me?"

"Yes, John. I'm not sure how to put this.

The past few years have been the best years of my life. When I was a little boy, the only comfort or solace I had was in science, in books, and especially in loneliness. It was all I knew. However, meeting you that day at St. Bart's changed my life forever. A little lonely boy had found the one to make him whole again. To fill the empty void that was in his life, and in his heart. Like a star that lights up the midnight sky, you lit in me a love for you that only grows stronger every day. I am absolutely in love with you, John Hamish Watson, and, well,"

Sherlock got down on one knee.

"John, will you marry me?"

John was already crying. He still gasped, though, at the sight of Sherlock on one knee with a box that contained a ring.

"Oh, of course Sherlock, of course I will."

Sherlock embraced John tenderly, and they shared a passionate kiss. Sherlock grabbed John's left hand and gently slid the ring on his third finger--it fit perfectly.

"I got a ring, for me too," he said. "That is, if you want to marry me."

"Of course I will, Sherlock." John slid the ring on Sherlock's third finger.

They kissed again, for a while, but without the roughness of last night. This was a delicate kiss, but one that confirmed their love in the best way possible.

Sherlock ended the kiss. "I play the violin when I'm thinking. Sometimes I don't talk for hours on end. Would that bother you?"

John looked confused. "What?"

"Potential soul mates should know the worst about each other."

Realization struck John, and he laughed lightly. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock, his Sherlock, and Sherlock returned the favor. No more would they be lonely, because they had each other now. They had each other forever.

Until the end of time.