Johnlock - Do I Wanna Know?

15 - Starting Over

So this chapter is like long overdue, I'm very very sorry. I've been incredibly busy.
I hope you guys like this!
This is going to be the last chapter of the entire story. I'm sorry, but I can't really think of where to go with it and I've basically finished going by the Fanvid that inspired me to write this.
I will also have a link to said fanvid at the end of this chapter.
I just want to thank you all for reading and commenting and voting. It means so much to me. I know I've been slacking with the updates, but I did enjoy writing this story, and I never expected or imagined such positive feedback for it. So just thank you guys very very much.
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John's heart leapt, but his expression remained calm. "Then stay with me,"
Sherlock spun around, awkwardly grasping John's forearms. "I have work,"
"When?"
"Monday. Today is Friday,"
"So?"
"I'll stay until Monday," Sherlock said.
They smiled lovingly at each other before joining in a familiar kiss.
Sherlock pulled away, "But only until Monday, I can't miss work."
John nodded. "Okay, only for the weekend then,"
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2 weeks later
Lestrade paced into Sherlock's office, hands shoved in his pockets and an annoyed smile on his face. "Well, long time no see,"
"I saw you about 3 weeks ago, Lestrade," Sherlock said, as always, neglecting to look up from his work.
"Yes, that's what I came to talk to you about," Greg pulled his hands free and crossed his arms.
"Hmm?" Sherlock hummed.
"You just took 2 weeks off, no explanation, no nothing. Care to explain?"
The detective stood up, finger pointed to the heavens. "Ah yes, that's what I had forgotten to tell you. I went on holiday,"
"Since when do you go on holiday? You prick," Greg scoffed.
"Since my love life has sparked anew," Sherlock said oh-so casually, lifting a beaker into the air for closer examination.
This, spiked Greg's interest. "Well who's the lucky lad then?"
"You know him well,"
Greg thought for a moment. "Jim?"
Sherlock cringed. "Dear god no,"
"Well then who? You haven't dated anyone besides Jim since Mr. Watson, and I don't know anyone else who's gay,"
"Dear god, I just remembered why we don't associate much anymore,"
"Well excuse me, I'm not the brilliant detective you happen to be. Will you just tell me?"
"It's John, you idiot,"
"Wait, Mr. Watson?"
"He's not a teacher anymore, it's just John now."
Greg stared at him, mouth agape. "You're kidding, you took two weeks off to make amends with your old high school fling?"
"Amends were already made, I took two weeks off mainly for sex with said man,"
Greg stood from his perched position on the edge of the table, hands flying into the air. "Oh jesus, I've heard enough. Just please let me know ahead of time if you're going on holiday. Thanks, goodbye,"
Sherlock smiled to himself, watching his old friend leave. "No promises," he said.
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John lay on his back, listening to the soft breathing of the man laying on top of him. He loved the feeling of Sherlock's warm breath on his neck while the boy slept. He loved tracing random invisible patterns on the boys back, just to feel his skin on his fingertips.
Sherlock stirred, reaching a hand over to the carton of cigarettes on the nightstand table. He took one cig and the lighter in his hand and rolled over on his back. John stared at him as the boy lit the smoke and inhaled.
"I don't think I've ever told you how incredibly sexy you look with a cigarette,"
Sherlock chuckled. "You haven't mentioned that before," he sucked in another breath of smoke and turned to face John. "It's too bad you think such a bad habit is so attractive."
John smiled. "Shame on me,"
They both smiled at each other before kissing each other softly.

"Sherlock," John mumbled.
"Mhm?" Sherlock hummed into the man's chest.
"I never stopped loving you. I never didn't love you. I always loved you. I know I didn't express it back then, but I promise you, I did-"
"John, it's okay-"
"No, it's not. I hurt you so badly, and it haunts me to this day. I never, ever want to see you in that much pain again. I don't want to see you in pain at all, let alone be the one who caused it. I just hope, that one day you can forgive me..." John looked away, guilt painting his face.
"John, please," Sherlock dragged his face back by the man's chin. "I do forgive you, I already have forgiven you. I love you, and you should know that,"
Relief washed over the both of them.
"I love you too, Sherlock,"
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Okay well that was that. Sorry that was kind of a bad ending chapter, but it's 2 in the morning and I just knew I needed to finish this bad boy.
Here is the link to the fanvid: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ya2xEM60nlA
Thanks again for being such wonderful people!
I hope you enjoyed this weird story, that I'm too proud of, but what the heck.
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