Holy cow, this is a new story.

Hello. I be tomatoesonstrings. You can call me Rhiannon, but you'll have no idea who I am if you ever do meet me, so there goes that idea. A small number of you might know me for writing Skulduggery Pleasant stuff, this is my very first story without my skeleton (no, I don't own Skulduggery Pleasant, but my god I wish that I did.).

These will be a selection of one-shots about Sherlock/John. I don't know when I'll next update, sorry and all that. :) Please review, and check out my other stories, I've written about Skulduggery Pleasant (Valduggery rules.), Professor Layton, Sherlock Holmes and...this.

So lately, been wandering,

Who will be there to take my place?

When I'm gone, you'll need love

To light the smile on your face.

He watched from his usual distance, breathing in the cold London air and the 'case closed' weaving its way through it.

If a greater wave shall fall

And fall above us all

Then between the sand and stone

Could you make it on your own?

He tried to stop his gaze wandering off and attaching itself to the ridiculously tall man in the centre of the scene before him. Sherlock Holmes, surrounded by defeated-looking policemen, talking to them in his usual fifty-mile-an-hour pace.

If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way up high, or down low

I'll go wherever you will go.

He loved him when he did that-deduce everything he needed and claim that it was obvious. That made John Watson smile. He couldn't help calling Sherlock 'fantastic' when he did that.

And maybe I'll work out

A way to make it back someday

To watch you, to guide you

Through the darkest of your days.

He swallowed back his emotions when Sherlock strolled up in front of him.

'Everything sorted?' John asked.

The detective nodded. 'As much as you can sort the police out without starting a riot.'

John laughed. 'So, are you going to explain "whodunit"?'

Run away with my heart

Run away with my hope

Run away with my love

Sherlock shook his head. 'You're too much of an idiot to understand. Come on, home.' He replied swiftly, turning and walking away.

I know now, just quite how

My life and love might still go on

In your heart, in your mind

I'll stay with you for all of time

That shouldn't have stabbed John in the stomach, but it did. Sherlock said things like that to him all the time and he never took it to heart, but this time he couldn't help feeling destroyed. And then he did something that he hadn't done for a long time.

If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way up high, or down low

I'll go wherever you will go

Sherlock stopped walking, turning his head back to look at John. He frowned. 'John?' John stood still, hanging his head. Sherlock walked quickly back towards him. 'John, why are you crying?' He asked, hands going to Johns shoulders.

If I could make you mine

I'll go wherever you will go

If I could turn back time

I'll go wherever you will go

John looked away from him. Crying was rare to him, almost non-existent. Sherlock had never seen him like this, nor did John ever want him to. 'I'm fine.'

'No you're not. What do you want me to do? How can I help?'

'I...'

Sherlock frowned at him. 'John, look at me.'

'Why?'

'Look at me.' Sherlock said again. John did as he was told, his glassy eyes meeting the detectives. Sherlock stared at him, eyes darting to every angle on Johns face, adding up each chunk of data in his head. Eventually, Sherlock bent his head, eyes dipped, mouth open. 'I...am so, so sorry, John. My God, that...what I said must have hurt you.'

'You've worked out how I...feel about you?'

Sherlock simply nodded and looked at him again. 'I didn't mean to not realise.'

'How did you work it out?'

'The slight dilation of your pupils, the rigidness of your shoulders because my hands are on them, the slight nervous twitch in your left eye and the quiver of your bottom lip.' He said quickly.

John laughed gently. Sherlock dipped his head once again, embarrassed. 'Sorry.' He said quietly. John rested a hand on Sherlock's cheek, making him look up. He smiled softly, before pulling on the lapels of his long black coat, kissing him.

I'll go wherever you will go...