A/N: This is the last chapter of this Fan fiction. It wraps everything up and I'm so emotional!! This story had to come to a close and I've been waiting to find a place to do that. You all cease to amaze me and I really hope I can make another sequel. I also hope I have done Johnlock justice. Goodbye, my readers, goodbye my... Friends. :'(
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They made a break for it, John's hand suffocating Sherlock's. They'd escaped! They sprinted to the Holmes' Mansion and Slammed the door shut as hard as they could, trying to make an impression on Mycroft that they had been through a lot. Mycroft quirked his head at them, his attempt to sneak a slice of gooey, Belgian chocolate cake behind his back was rather poor on his behalf. He fled briskly to scoff his food elsewhere. Sherlock slid down the door frame, crouching with his knees to his chest like a small child sulking. A single tear streaked down his face.
John's breath was cracking and hitching. "Sherlock!!! I thought you were dead!! Are you okay?! Ugh, I should have been there for you so he wouldn't take y-" He broke down in sobs next to him, his physical build shuddering and shaking, emotions racking his body. John had felt sadness, anger, at himself, emptiness, happiness, anxiety, frightened, loneliness and freedom all at once.
"I'm fine John," A small smile formed on his lips. He cupped his hand and began to stroke one side of John's sunken in face.
"Jim blackmailed me, tortured me, beaten me, whipped me, slapped me, bruised me, scarred me. But all of it would've be worth even if it was just to see you for one second more," Sherlock said, "John Hamish Watson, I will love you until my last breath and I'm not going anywhere but by your side. I have had the unforgettable pleasure of being a part of your life," Sherlock began to cradle John in his arms, rocking back and forth, easing the pain of everything.
John finally broke the silence. He turned around to face Sherlock's gentle blue eyes. "Sher, you're not a part of my life, you are my life," He nuzzled his face next to Sherlock's chest. "Can you sing me that song from your childhood?"
Sherlock, as asked, began to sing:
"I'm coming home, I'm coming home. Tell the world I'm coming home. Let the rain wash away, all the pain of yesterday. I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes. Tell the world I'm coming home. Tell the world I'm home."
And then they knew. It was just the two of them against the rest of the world.
