SuperWhoLock: Shipping Wars

Sherlock was sitting- well, not exactly sitting, he was more sprawled out- on the couch on his laptop. He was being nice to John and actually used his this time. Well, in all honesty, it was really because his laptop was closer, but he was sure John would be happy about it despite that.

He had his blog open in a new tab and was staring at the drafts of the posts he hadn't published yet. He would never publish them. Sherlock was using them as his own personal blog, but he'd rather not publish them because  the posts he normally made had a much more pragmatic audience.

He had gotten the idea from John, this personal blogging. One day, John had left for work leaving him with hours of free time. It had been very slow for a while now and he was gasping for a case, any case, to solve. Even if it was mundane and ordinary, he wouldn't be picky about it being worth looking into. 

And all of his science experiments were on hold because Mrs. Hudson had forbidden him to do anymore after that one sticky explosion that she had to clean up, in spite of not being their housekeeper. Normally this wouldn't have stopped him, but John enforced it this time saying that he had to give the poor woman a break. Sherlock argued that John could clean up after him, but that sent John into a rant that seemed to have lasted a lifetime.

There were so many rules working against Sherlock to free him from this boredom, especially after shooting up the wall that one time, that he was left with nothing.

This had lead him to randomly start writing about his private life. Everyone at one point feels the need to vent. Well, not everyone, Sherlock would have never done that for just anything. Except this wasn't just anything. This was new. It was that he just couldn't sort out his feelings in his head. He found that odd. He was normally very systematic about the filing and sorting system in his mind palace, but he just didn't know what to do with them and he unable to delete them as much as he had tried. And he couldn't speak them aloud or his reputation of being emotionless would be ruined. Who would give a man a case that let his emotions get in the way when there more important things at hand?

And so Sherlock, a consulting detective and one of the greatest minds this ignorant little planet has ever had, in his humble opinion, had struggled with understanding how he felt. Remembering why John had started his blog for, Sherlock started his personal blogging on a whim. He had whipped out his laptop and begun writing everything he had experienced up to that moment. Hoping he would eventually find the root of his problem.

After a few hours Sherlock was able to find the root of his problem. He denied it immediately once he was able to deduce it though. He didn't believe it was possible. He began doing experiments to help confirm his conclusions. And after weeks of research and odd, interrogating questions to John, his theory was proven correct. He loved John.

On the day that he reviewed his results for what seemed like the hundredth time, he had confessed his true feelings to John and they have been happily in love ever since. But that's a totally different story. So now and again, being the man of science that he is, he would add updates of how he was feeling and the state of relationship he and John shared. At the moment he was reflecting back on why it was bound to happen, that the two would end up together:

Reminiscing of the beginning of our relationship, the night we had our first adventure together and I was able to rid John of his limp which included the night he had shot a man to save my life, It was inevitable we would end up in a romantic relationship. In fact, when we told Lestrade about us making it official, everyone at Scotland Yard, who were not masking the fact that they were eavesdropping, either seemed to not have realized we hadn't been together before or were actually observant by claiming it would have happened eventually. The majority exchanged money in accordance with the bets they had placed on whether our relationship would have blossomed or not. I suppose it was due to out profound bond tha