Epilogue

2 weeks later.

John stared down at the mug that was held firmly between his fingers. He blinked down at the brownish water that he had just created and a small smile bloomed on his lips. It quickly grew and stretched until it was a goofy grin. He placed the mug down gently on the kitchen worktop and quickly rushed down the corridor leading to Sherlock's room. He jogged past the bathroom and burst into the detective's room.

The sociopath was facing away from the door so he looked over his shoulder to see what the palaver was about. He grunted when he saw it was his flatmate and pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. He pushed his face into the pillow in an attempt to shield his eyes from the light coming from the corridor. He groaned again as John didn't close the door. He waited in silence to see why the doctor had disrupted his sleeping.

"Sherlock." John said slowly and stepped further inside the room.

The detective rolled onto his back and looked across the room at his flatmate. He wrenched open his eyes further and peered up at the older man but still didn't offer any words. He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

John momentarily glanced down at the floor as if he were deciding something before padding over to Sherlock's bed. He immediately climbed on and crawled over to the detective. The genius frowned as John had still been sleeping in his old room.

The doctor pulled his leg over the hips of the blanket covered sociopath so he was straddling him. Sherlock pushed himself onto his elbows in confusion. John took the opportunity to claim the detective's lips in his. Sherlock let out a surprised moan but quickly melted into John's kiss. The genius ran his hands up the doctor's back and onto his shoulders. The detective immediately fell back, pulling John with him. They pulled their lips apart and chuckled.

Already missing the contact, Sherlock leant his head up to take John's lips in his. John moaned, satisfied, and pulled his fingers through the detective's dark curls. He tugged gently at the hair on the side of the sociopath's head causing a deep rumbling groan to escape the younger man's throat.

"John," The sociopath moaned into his partner's mouth. This made John tug at the taller man's hair even harder.

Sherlock moved his hands up and down the doctor's back as they kissed until John pulled back breathless. The detective had forgotten how much he had missed his doctor. As John and Sherlock panted, a smile spread on both of their faces. They both knew what this meant.

"You remember." The genius stated between breaths.

A larger smile was the only answer the detective was given before John pushed their lips together once more.

Between sloppy kissed Sherlock muttered, "God. I've. Missed. You. So. Much."

John just continued kissing his partner and humming in agreement. The genius could feel the soldier's smile against his lips. This was how it's meant to be.

From that moment on, the detective and soldier then never looked back again. They had lost each other once and never would again. They continued on together, hand in hand.

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