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Happy New Year

John and Sherlock were running through London City. They hurried past Piccadilly Circus and Charing Cross. Constantly keeping the young man in a black leather jacket in view, who was running for dear life. After him was Sherlock, his long coat fluttered in the wind. And after him, John, trying to Keep up with them. But he was a trained soldier, he wouldn't give up so fast.

The street lights lightened up the city. Even for London, tonight the streets were full of people. Was something Special today? A football game? A Cinema premiere? John didn't know and didn't care. For the moment the only important thing was to catch this young guy, who had a paper in his pocket of national interest. Depending on Sherlock. Nobody believed the detective when he told the Police to lock this specific Young man up, but John learned a long time ago to trust this man. Actually, there was no one he trusted more.

Whitehall was full with happy and jolly People, most of the tourists. It was a stress-free Scene, only shortly interrupted by a Young man in a leather jacket in a hurry. Some seconds later, a taller man with curls and a Long coat ran afterwards. And after them a shorter man, who apologized for his rough companion.

More Hundred people stood around Big Ben. John saw the young man disappearing in the crowd. Sherlock in front of him ruffled his hair and crushed himself into a small gap between two people. John stopped for a second, paralyzed. How should he find the two other man in there? But then John saw Sherlocks curls some feet away. If he would need John, John would be there. So, with a last deep breath John hurled himself into the crowd. Unfamiliar faces past by, while he tried to getting forward. There was no time to excuse all the elbows and all the feet treading. He had to find Sherlock!

The crowd got excited. Like one person they stared to scream a countdown. John didn't understand what was going on. Thankfully, he found a small place to stand, breath and look around but he couldn't see his detective. Why was he so worried? He would be fine, he was Sherlock, God dammit!

But it took a load off his mind when the detective appeared behind a couple.

„FOUR, THREE..." the crowd screamed, keeping eyes on the clock.

Sherlock came closer, closer then he usually did. There was not so much space, but john didn't complained about it.

He really stood really Close.

"ONE!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR" Everybody around them screamed.

First, John was stunned. Of course, it was new year's eve! How could he Forget?

But this thought was totally swept away by Sherlocks lips.

The Detective had placed his Hands on Johns cheeks and leaned Forward.

His lips were cold but soft and wonderful.

Fireworks exploded in the sky and in Johns stomach. People around them celebrated, screamed, kissed and hugged each other.

"Happy new Year, John." Sherlock whispered.

John swallowed.  "happy new year, Sherlock."

(AN: hello and happy new year. May 2016 be with you. Only 1 day left to the sherlock Special!!!!!! Yes, we will actually see it! No more waiting. *cross fingers* okay, have a great time :)   )