Epilogue

Plan's for the Past

By the time I had returned to my apartment above the bakery I was down right pissed. How the hell did he think this was any easier? Okay, maybe I didn't want to see him leave, but a goodbye would have been nice. Hannah was sitting beside my door when I reached the top of the stairs.

"Hey Sam! Whatcha' want for breakfast? You guys stay at the beach house? Does it still look the same?"

"Morning Hannah," I mumbled, pushing the key into the lock and letting the door swing open.

"You alright," she asked, following me inside. "Hey where's Sherlock?"

"Where do you think?" I barked out, throwing myself down on the couch.

"Oh no Sammy, he didn't!"

"Oh yes, he did. Left behind his pipe and the first half of a Poe poem, granted it was the sweet half, but still!" I complained, my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. "I should have known, things were so perfect, and then…poof…he's gone. Who knows when I'll see him again."

"I'm getting married Sam," Hannah said, sitting down beside me.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that, hope you and John have a splendid life. Now if you' excuse me." I went to stand, only to be stopped by Hannah's hand on my knee.

"You have to be my maid of honor Sam; I don't have anyone else but you."

"Do we have to talk about this now, I'm not in the mood to discuss happily ever after," I groaned.

"Yes, now do I really have to ask? Because I'd really love my best friend to be standing there with me."

"Yes you Goof, of course I'll do it," I sighed. "Where do I need to get fitted, in town, or did you want to take a trip to Jacksonville."

"Oh no," she giggled with a shit eating grin plastered on her face. "Mrs. Hudson just happens to know a pristine dress maker."

"Good…wait Mrs. Hudson! Oh hell no. No, no, no, no, no! Hannah! Are you nuts! I can't go back there! What about the shop? What about Stephen? What about, what about…"

"What about what Sam? What about the one person who would give anything to see you stroll through his door. The man who has given up years of his life for you! It seems to me like you''re being a tad selfish! Besides, Stephen already agreed to take care of the shop, it's not like he has a real job or anything."

"You asked him?" I moaned, pulling at my hair.

"Yep! And he agrees with me, you're much nicer when you're happy."

"Oh shut up!"

"See what I mean," Hannah chuckled.

"You're lucky I like you so damn much." I mumbled, standing from the couch and walking to my room, slamming the door behind me.

"So your coming right Sam?…Sammy? Are you coming or not!"

Burying my head deep inside my fluffy pink pig I let out a frustrated yell.

Looks like that devious Sherlock Holmes would end up getting his way after all.

A/N Thank you SO much, for sticking it out with me until the end! You guys have been really great. I'll try to get the sequel going as quickly as possible, so be on the look out. It doesn't have a title at the moment, so just check my profile or add me to your author list. I can't believe I actually finished, I'm kind of sad. Big love to each and every one of you who added this to their favs and left me such lovely reviews, they really made this a whole lot easier.

Until round two,

Shelly