Well if you're a Sherlock fan on BBC1 you'll understand where my inspiration for this is coming from. I guess I've always had an affinity with the relationship between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, some say its friendship, others say there's something more. With the shockingly large amount of innuendo between John and Sherlock in the latest series of Sherlock then one would expect more than a plutonic relationship between these two men. But here's my interpretation of a few scenes we'd all like to see. If you're not a slash lover, then don't read. If you don't know what slash is then...oh, here (guy on guy - gay, basically) but if you are a lover of all things slash then please, feel free to read and comment.

John and Sherlock walked along the abandoned railway in silence. Content in each other's company, the night was dark and the moon slipped in and out of the clouds, casting sweeping shadows across the sky. In John's opinion moonlight was like liquid silk...he'd tried to explain this feeling to Sherlock before but the other man had just brushed it off. He had no time for poetic expression or the solar system for that matter. But that was another tale for another time. Their footsteps echoed as the gravel was crushed by the soles of their feet. John's mind began to wonder as he cast fleeting glances at Sherlock. The curl of his hair, the smoothness of his skin, the sharp blue of his eyes and the leanness of his frame. John had the sudden urge to reach out and run his finger over Sherlock's face. He felt his arm begin to move but quickly snapped it down.

"Why are looking at me John? Is there something wrong?" Sherlock's rich voice was clear against the night. Although it was dark, John still turned his head away to hide the flush that was spreading up his cheeks. He wrung his hands together nervously, swallowing and trying to think up an answer.

"I'm not - nothing's wrong." Sherlock laughed.

"Then if nothing's wrong, why are you blushing?" John's breath caught in his throat. He tried to remain calm and stop his heart pounding in his ears. Throughout this the pair had continued walking and as they reached the railway bridge John stopped. Sherlock slowed his pace and stopped in front of the other man. A train passed over head, its headlights illuminating the face of Sherlock through the gaps in the bridge. John frowned as concern flickered across Sherlock's features. This expression was one rarely seen on his face but little did John know that it was an expression he would soon learn to love on this man's features. Sherlock took a step forward, forcing John backwards until his back connected with the wall. Sherlock took one more step and the pair were face to face. Close enough to kiss, even. John's heart beat faster and faster. He took a breath in and he could taste Sherlock. At the start, John had been the one in control of the situation but now Sherlock was the controller. He placed one hand above John's shoulder, gently pinning him to the wall. He leant his head forward and his curls brushed against John's forehead. John shivered, realising all he had to do was tilt his head up and their lips would be touching. Before he could take another stolen breath, Sherlock's lips were on his. John's whole body tensed but he relaxed almost instantly. Pleasure coursed through John's body and he could feel that Sherlock was feeling the same way. There was such tenderness and care in the kiss but pushing through was the lust, passion and relief of their meeting. Sherlock stopped kissing him almost as soon as he had begun. He pushed off the wall and looked at John with his head cocked on one side.

"Now, why where you blushing again?" John's knees went weak and he sank a few inched down the wall. Sherlock extended a gloved hand to the other man and John reached out and took it. Together finally. One unasked question answered with a kiss. One statement that never needed to be said – "I love you" was said in that moment.