Police sirens brought them back to earth. They parted without a word and John took a step back, though he clutched Sherlock's coat in his hands for few more seconds.

"So that was your plan, you big idiot?" John asked, tilting his head in the direction of oncoming police cars.

Sherlock shrugged and John couldn't help but smile.

"Don't make it more difficult that it has to be when Yard comes, please?" John said. "My patience for you is on the verge, almost getting yourself stabbed is enough for the evening, so behave, okay?" he looked at Sherlock askance and sighed "I just want to go home..."

Sherlock nodded, his eyes constantly fixed on his flatmate.

"You're silent, that's weird. What is it now, you big idiot?"

"You're calling me an idiot a lot today."

"'Cause you are an idiot. Don't even try to argue on that one today."

Sherlock couldn't suppress a smile.

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They were finally at Baker Street after evening that just lasted too long. Though Sherlock really behaved, it was Dimmock who arrived from Scotland Yard and he insisted on getting their statements right on the crime scene. John's headache became even worse by the time police were finished with them.

When he entered the flat, solace and delight filled John's body. After everything that happened, it was just damned good to be home.

"I need to take the tramadol or I'll cut my head off," he announced as he went directly to his bedroom. He didn't want Sherlock to think he's running away. Nevertheless, when he went down a few minutes later, the detective was nowhere to be seen.

For a minute, he stood in front of the door to Sherlock's room. They needed to have that talk. Sooner the better. He finally decided to knock.

"Come in."

"I just wanted to make sure you're all right. I didn't have time to check if Angelface didn't actually reach you with this knife of his," John said. He stood next to the door, giving his flatmate uncertain look.

Sherlock was sitting on his bed, his elbows leaning on his knees. After hearing John's words, he just smiled slightly. He didn't have to voice anything for John to understand. His gaze was telling everything. We both know that's not why you're here, John.

John inhaled sharply and walked towards the detective. He stopped just in front of him, so that Sherlock needed to straighten up and lift his head to keep their eyes fixed. John cautiously raised his hand and stroked Sherlock's lower lip with his thumb.

"What are we going to do about it, then?"

Sherlock only just kept staring at him, like he was saying: Feelings. Don't ask me. Your area.

John almost laughed when he realised all of the unspoken words, all the things they just didn't need to say. The symbiosis which they almost lost, now so blissfully regained.

"You said you were married to your work. The first day."

John wanted to withdraw his hand but Sherlock's cheek followed his slow retreat, almost nestling into his palm. John froze, the other man too, his head leaned unnaturally in order not to break the touch.

"That was a precaution," Sherlock said finally, still immobile. John could feel his jaw moving against his palm. "It never worked with anyone: being with me. I'm just not a 'relationship-material'. But then you— I've started believing you can do it, you almost did—"

"Did what?"

"Fixed me."

John finally moved, forcing Sherlock to look up, to look at him.

"I need an answer, Sherlock. Do we try? Or do we choose not to remember about that kiss, about this conversation?"

"I want you to fix me, John."

"Good. Because I don't ever want to forget."

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So, this is the end. I hope you all enjoyed the story and you find the ending right (I personally hate it when I get into a fanfiction and get a disappointing ending) so I can just believe that this one was "right" (god, I can't express myself!).

Thank you for all the reviews to the last chapter - they're always so so welcomed. Especially thanks for the one regarding my lack of articles - I'll try to be more attentive in the future. But I had to admit those little creatures don't like me. I think my writing teacher is running out of patience when she has to always scold me for my inability to place them properly. We don't have anything like those in Polish (my native language) and I still lack the intution to put them where they're supposed to be. But it seemed that a remark from a reader here has made me concerned more than the ones from my lecturer at uni ;)

And I'm really sorry that with the last chapter I didn't keep my every-two-day rule and you get the update with the delay. I had problems with internet connection all weekend :c

So-

Thank you again for reading my story. I'm not sure when and if I will write something new... We'll see.

I love you all - you were the readers of my 'virgin' story here and I really appreaciate you all stuck with me all this time!

And at the end special thanks to my roommate and my personal Watson - aalayah - who was making sure that this didn't turned out a total gibberish. Thank you, honey, for putting up with me ;)