No Conditions (Johnlock)

John

The music is vibrating in John's throat and he lets go of Sherlock's hand and wanders into the crowd of students, reaching into his pocket for the tickets Sherlock bought for them prior. 

Sherlock is trying to say something to John, but he can't hear because of the music, so Sherlock just waves his hand and mouths "later", so John nods and they head into the gym together. It can hardly be recognized as their gym, it's decorated with dark blue tapestries and silver decor, giving the place a fancy, solemn feel, but the DJ and music gives it a different atmosphere. People are dancing, there are students drinking punch and there are some students drinking... not punch. 

After standing around the outside for a while, John drags Sherlock onto the dance floor and starts dancing, not well, but well enough. Sherlock laughs as John bends down low, his ass in the air, twerking. Sherlock grabs his hips and jokingly grinds against him, making some people around them laugh and point, and others shift away uncomfortably. They dance for a while more before getting hot and stuffy from everyone around them dancing, so Sherlock moves to the side of the floor to get 2 cups of punch (the unspiked one) and they watch everyone else while holding hands and leaning against the wall. 

John can feel a presence next to him in the dark and he turns to see Jim Moriarty. The dark haired boy moves so he's in front of the two. "Listen," he says, "I feel really bad about how I treated you guys at the beginning of the year. It really was just because I couldn't come to terms with who I was, and I was afraid. Before the year is over and we never see each other again I just wanted to say sorry. And also congratulations." He gives them a smile smile and glances down at their rings. 

He leaves, disappearing into the crowd, and John and Sherlock give each other a look.  The year is ending and everything is coming together, so they dance, they spike their own drinks and eventually, they end up outside by the back wall where they spend a lot of time together. Sherlock lights a cigarette as he's leaning against the wall, and the orange light above them gives the smoke a comforting feel. 

John tried one of Sherlock's cigarettes a while back, but he didn't like it. John tried encouraging him to try again, but he never pushed too hard. 

"You know Sherlock, it's a good thing these suits are ours and we didn't decide to rent some." 

"Why's that?" Sherlock asks. 

"Well then we won't have to rent them again when we get married." John reaches for Sherlock's hand that isn't holding the cigarette. 

"I thought you didn't want a big wedding. We aren't even inviting anyone! We were going to do it in Edinburgh at City Hall when we got there." 

"Yeah, we're going to have a city hall wedding, but who's to say we can't wear our tuxedos? They are ours after all!" 

"They are. Yes, they are." Sherlock leans his head back on the wall, and John looks out into the darkness, his face beginning to fall, and guilt settling in the pit of his stomach. 

"I just wish Harry was here to see it." John says quietly. 

"She'll be watching." Sherlock says quietly. John looks up, his eyes getting drawn to the thin scar under Sherlock's eye, to the tattoos down his neck, the sharp cheekbones that John first recognized. 

"I can't help but feel like it's my fault."

"That she died?" Sherlock asks in unbelief. 

"Well, yeah, but also that she ran away. That she felt like she had no other way out." John clasps his hands behind his back and leans on them against the wall. 

"How on earth would that be your fault?" Sherlock stomps on the cigarette and turns to face John. He loves it when Sherlock uses that soft voice on him. 

"I don't know Sherl. I just wish she was still here." 

Sherlock puts an arm around John, and the smaller boy leans his head on Sherlock's shoulder. "I know." He doesn't say it, but he's thinking of Mycroft and his sister too. Not one thought goes to his parents. 

After breathing in the fresh air, they go back into the dance and celebrate with the other seniors who are graduating, they take pictures, they forget the world and they dance with each other, making sure to look at their rings every time the light bounces off of them. 

After the dance, it's not too late into the night, so Sherlock suggests that they go to the nearby bar and get some drinks. John is tipsy after 2 shots, and Sherlock gets tipsy after 4, so they begin the walk home in their dress shoes and tuxes, holding hands. 

They are happy, in love and life is wonderful.