"I'll tell you what, babe - I'll let you go. Both of you even. If you shoot your pet."/ Set precisely after TGG. Moriarty gives an ultimatum. Sherlock makes a confession and does what he must. John loses himself somewhere between truth and lie. Slash.

"That's exactly what he is to you, Sherlock, and as long as John Watson remains by your side, I will never stop using him against you. He's the weakness you really can't afford to have." John/Sherlock

Sherlock drags John along to Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy And "Anthea", too . Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Shenanigans ensue.

"Who've you pulled strings with to get this, Sherlock?" John muttered, shaking his head and smiling as Mrs. Hudson reached over and grasped his hand for a few seconds, the Landlady still grinning from ear to ear and glancing down at the tickets.

It's all so confusing. So shameful. So wrong, and so very, very hopeless. Sherlock/John.