Willow and Sherlock both thought themselves asexual. When the two consulting detectives meet, they begin to question their sexuality. // A BBC Sherlock fanfiction. I only own Willow.

The last thing I remember was my body hitting the ground. I open my eyes to see a blinding white light, and then he's standing there. Newt. And he was smiling. He looked as if he was the happiest boy alive; like he had never been broken. "Welcome to heaven, Tommy," smirked Newt, "took you long enough to get here."