1000 Ways To Say...

Chapter 13

(AN: Hi I'm back!! Finally, I know I've been away for a bit but here's a chapter :))

Sherlock

It was almost too predictable. He would take me to the same little place on the corner before we hopelessly chased a taxi through the streets. I guess it was sort of nice, bringing back the memories of us before we were... Us.

"Can you hurry up so we can leave, John?" I whine loudly, making him come downstairs.

"Just a second, would you mind waiting for a minute?" He replies from halfway up the stairs.

"No." I try to sound defiant, but instead I sound like a five year old.

"Right then, come on. Lets go then, Mr Impatient." He says, waving his hands around trying to imitate me.

So I give him a death stare back.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes to you, Mr Watson." He scoffs and smiles.

"I sometimes question our level of maturity, John."

"No shit Sherlock." He smirks slightly.

"Oh shut up! Where did you get that expression from?"

He simply shrugs. We walk in silence and finally reach the little restaurant and walk inside.

"Ah, table for two?" A waiter asks, and we sit down at the same table.

He ordered a meal, and so did I, to John's surprise of course.

"This... This is something, Sherlock." He begins, and he sounds a little nervous, his voice shaking. "Look how far we've come in time and friendship, even a relationship! Who would of thought I would be with you out of all these other people?"

"Not the John Watson I knew two years ago." I interrupt, and he cracks a smile out of his complete and utter serious moment.

"And all the times we've been through, more like the times I've been through, you doing the thing..." He trails off.

"What thing?" He raises his eyebrow. "Oh, right. Dying." I mutter, and I open my mouth to say something, but he takes my hand without saying a word.

We came very close, his forehead resting on mine.

"I'm saying this because..." He pulls away from me and stands up.

He looks at me, and I see unshed tears twinkling in his eyes.

"Because... William Sherlock Scott Holmes..." I laugh slightly, surprised that he actually remembered the whole thing.

Then he gets down on one knee, and pulls out a small velvet box.

"Will you... Will you marry me?"

(AN: Awww! Expect a loooong chapter! Might take me a while but hope you enjoyed anyway!)