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A quick little fic. Most of the chapters planned out. The word count might be pretty low, but the idea won't leave me alone and my other fics are kicking my butt so I want to write something quick, easily, and fluffy.

Prologue

It started because of a stray comment. John had always thought that he was the lucky one in the relationship. He was getting excitement and inside view to the genius of Sherlock Holmes. More than that he got the man's trust. That was something that Sherlock did not do easily and John was grateful to whatever force out there allowed him to meet Sherlock. Then there was the amazing sex. While Sherlock's mind was a great asset so to was his body. The man was beautiful and he knew it. Sure it had taken quite some time for John to come to terms with the fact that he did not have to be gay to be in love with Sherlock, but the fact was that Sherlock was like no other person in the world. He was larger than life itself. He was unique and that was something that John loved about him.

What was Sherlock getting out of the relationship though? A blogger and someone that could patch up the numerous wounds that he acquired. That was something that many people could do and John was worried that one day he wouldn't be enough for Sherlock. But John knew that he should not take the time that he had with the genius for granted and so he hid that insecurity away.

But like most things that fear became spoken in the midst of an argument. Being in a relationship with Sherlock did not stop the constant arguments, but it did make making up a whole lot more fun. This argument was about Sherlock's reckless nature.

"You idiot," John said. "You always run off by yourself and leave me scared that I won't get to you before some person kills you!" John exclaimed.

Sherlock sighed.

That set John off further. The shorter man balled his hands into fists and glared at Sherlock. Why couldn't the man understand that John just wanted to be in the danger as well so that they would both either die together or escape with one another. "Don't you see?" John asked with forced calm. "I don't like you facing danger by yourself. I want to be with you. I can face losing you when you tire of me, but I can't lose you to that kind of death. I don't know how to survive that."

Of course Sherlock latched on to the 'when you leave' part of what John said.

"What do you mean when I leave you?"

John blushed. He had never wanted to have this conversation, but he knew that if he didn't answer Sherlock would just pursue it more doggedly.

"I am run of the mill, Sherlock. Nothing special in the grand scheme of things. Average. But you, you are special. There is no one out there like you. Eventually you will tire of me. It is something that I have resigned myself to."

For a moment Sherlock was stunned into silence. Had this been a less serious moment then John would have laughed. As it was he could only stare at the other.

"John you are wrong. If anything you will leave me before would I leave you. You entrance me and make solving cases fun. You are a good and kind-hearted man and I could never understand why you loved me. Admiration I understood and fascination was a given. Even attraction was anticipated, but love was unforeseen. I am not an easy person to like and almost impossible to love."

John had nothing to say to that and he was basking in the glory that Sherlock wanted him to stay. He loved Sherlock there were so many reasons why that it was impossible to list all of them. John realized to late that Sherlock took his silence in the wrong way and had left the flat.

He was going to go after him and explain. But then he realized that Sherlock understood things better when he deduced them. John would tell Sherlock why he loved him, but he would do it in a special way to show the idiot how much he cared. A nice side effect of that might be that the mad nutter minght let him in on more of those crazy plans of his. But at the very least Sherlock would understand just how much he cared about him.