Sorry guys for the lack of update, I was travelling a bit around Europe for my study tour. Anywho, now I'm back and am planning to make up for the time lost.

So yeah epilogue it is!

(PS I had a read through of the previous chapters so I didn't miss out on any important story details… and omg I don't even know what kind of mindset I was in for the last chapter! I must of been REALLY hyperactive to be writing about mildly sexual content and psychopathic-like character behaviours (aka Sherlock). I couldn't stop laughing at my own idiotic writing. So guys, sorry about that and any confusion it may have elicited:) )

Now let's move on!

John hadn't gone immediately to the shops. He felt like he needed some mental therapy before he can face normal life again. Taking out his phone, he hastily texted Lestrade if he was available for a beer or two at the pub. After all, who better psychiatrist than the one man who knew Sherlock almost as well as John?

Half an hour later, John found himself sitting in the pub, clutching his pint as he recalled the slightly - manic events of the past hour to a laughing detective inspector.

"Did he actually bite you?!" Lestrade asked disbelievingly through chuckles. "Like a true (he lightly clamped his teeth down twice) bite?"

John sighed, embarrassed. "Yes, yes he did", which only spurred Lestrade further into giggles. Better to talk about it now than have him find out about it later. Just hope Scotland Yard won't hear about this.

"The things you let that man do to you! Ah, if only I was there!"

"You really wouldn't want to be"

"I would have recorded it all on my phone! What a shame!" But with a glower from John, the inspector quickly changed his attitude. "Nope! Just kidding mate, would never do that"

John threw him a knowing smile. "You have a whole folder in your phone dedicated to embarrassing videos of Sherlock and myself."

"Yes I do actually." Lestrade grinned mischievously, but he left it at that. "So, what are you planning to do with Sherlock now?"

"Well, I promised him I'd buy him chocolate but I don't think that's a good idea" John replied grimacing. "I'll buy it anyway, better he bite into it than me."

Three hours later, when it was late evening, John returned back home again. Tentatively, he stepped into the flat, left hand gripping a shopping bag full of dark chocolate. The living room light was on and everything looked normal... so far.

Sighing, John made his way to the kitchen to put his newest purchases away and make himself a calming cup of tea. There was no sign of the mad detective anywhere. It was only when John had just poured the water from the kettle into his prepared mug did the door to Sherlock's room swing open and in walked the man himself.

Slightly startled, the doctor held himself rigid while maintaining wary eye contact with the sleuth. Sherlock simply looked at him back, somewhat reserved. Noticing the man's lack of his previous zealousness, John took an audible gulp before speaking. "So then, are you back to… you?"

The consulting detective must have been holding his breath, for now it came out in a sudden gush along with his words. "Yes, yes I am."

John, not knowing exactly how to act now, nodded absently before he noticed something different about Sherlock. "You've changed your suit."

Surprisingly, the man actually looked sheepish before replying, "Well yes, it most necessary."

"Necessary?" John frowned. "How exactly were you able to come to yourself again?"

"I beat up a corpse at Bart's"

"Ah that explains it" Eyebrows raised, John had a funny expression on his face. "So no biting the corpse then?"

The sleuth's face passed a look of repulsiveness before replying, "Why, of course not!"

"Just checking"

Sherlock then suddenly looked embarrassed and unsure of himself. "Um. Sorry about that. Before. Um, that was a bit not good" One of Sherlock's hands had reached up to absentmindedly play with his curls as he mumbled his apology. Looking down, he chanced a glance at his flatmate to gauge his reaction.

However, John was too used to Sherlock's eccentric ways to hold anything against him, especially on the rare occasion when the detective realised and apologized for his own mistakes (that is, without John needing to make him!). "It's… a bit not good. Yes. But I forgive you."

The good doctor smiled seeing the immense relief on the detective's face at his words. His smile grew even wider when he next said, "But no chocolate for a month."

Sherlock immediately pouted. "Two weeks"

"...Fine."

Although despite the ban, John still took precautions to stealthily hide all the chocolate he bought inside food pots, believing the lack of interest in food will keep Sherlock from actually needing to cook something. Of course the maddening detective still found them, but he decided to play fair and wait until the two weeks were over (but in all honesty, he really couldn't risk experiencing another chocolate-induced, biting episode or he'd pretty much be banned for life).

All was well and back to normal - with the exception that Mrs. Hudson was now adamantly convinced her boys were in a very gay relationship. But people always loved to talk though, didn't they? Well, at least it was better than biting!

Soo, that, my friends, is that! Hope you've all enjoyed and thank you to all those who've reviewed. You guys were the biggest source of inspiration for my little whacked-up story!

Currently, I'm in the production process for some angsty Johnlock, for all you Johnlock shippers out there. It would be the first I'm going to take completely seriously and put heart and soul into. So please, stay tuned!

~Navy Perks