John sat in the wings watching his partner dazzle the audience. Sherlock was always brilliant, but he out did himself that night. It was the first time that John had seen him on stage since they'd got together and he was quite blown away.

Sherlock walked on to the stage like he owned it. He stood there, in front of a whole orchestra and made it impossible to look at anyone but him. John found himself wondering for the millionth time how he of all people, had ended up with Sherlock.

He felt the ring on his finger and smiled…he was still getting used to it. Sherlock had surprised him…John hadn't expected it at all.

But here he was, engaged to be married…to a man. And he was not even gay. He'd just quit his job...given up on being a doctor (something that had meant the world to him once) just so Sherlock and he could be together…He was willing (at 33) to give up everything he knew and try something different.

Sherlock had walked into his life and turned it upside down and inside out. And it felt good. It felt very good.

John had no idea what he was going to do with his life now…it was a bit scary, the not knowing, but it was freeing as well. His biggest priority at the moment was Sherlock. The last few months had been hard on them both. John had struggled to cope with the aching loneliness every time Sherlock left.

Sherlock had not been able deal with it. John still felt guilty about that…he had known how depressed Sherlock was getting. He had been afraid that he might turn to drugs again...but he hadn't done anything about it...Well, he was here now and he would see to it that Sherlock never had a reason to be depressed again.

The performance was over. Sherlock took a bow. The audience were on their feet, clapping and cheering. For the first time in a long time, Sherlock was happy to be where he was, doing what he did. He turned to look at John standing in the wings…he was clapping too. And he had the biggest smile on his face.

Sherlock found himself wondering for the millionth time how he of all people, had got so very lucky. He knew that John loved him, but the man had spent the last couple of days showing him exactly how much and how deep that love was, and how far he was willing to go to make him happy.

Sherlock was beyond grateful. I'm going to do everything I can to make it up to him, he thought as he walked off the stage, into the wings and drew his partner into a kiss.

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One year later

From the blog of John Watson

I woke up today and realised that I have a very special anniversary to celebrate…one year ago today, Sherlock asked me to marry him. That was also the day I quit my job as a doctor. I was sitting alone in the hotel room that morning chatting with Harry.

"You should start a blog." She said. "You're going to be travelling around the world with a man who is famous, notorious even. He doesn't give interviews. Nobody knows much about him...And you're his partner. I think a lot of people would be interested."

And so, thanks to my sister, this blog was born. I had never done any kind of writing before, but I found that I really enjoyed it. And it was so much fun to record all of the things that we were doing...the people we met, the places we went to.

I hoped that this blog would find a few readers. I certainly didn't expect the kind of popularity that it has somehow achieved. Sherlock claims that he doesn't like my blog...he says I romanticise him..."You make me seem like a character in a book," he says.

But that doesn't stop him from reading everything I write and commenting on, analysing and annotating every piece. My big news today is that a few days ago I was offered a book deal...totally out of the blue.

I have a gift for travel writing apparently...at least that's what my new editor thinks. So I'm going to be writing a travel book.

I confess I am amazed at the way my life has turned out. The best part of it though, is that I'm married to the most beautiful, amazing, talented and brilliant man in the world. I know that is a lot of adjectives, but this is me being restrained, actually. I could throw a whole thesaurus at you when it comes to talking about my man...I can't help myself. You see, I'm quite besottedly in love.

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"Beautiful, amazing, talented and brilliant"...really, John, don't you think that is a bit too much? You do romanticise me, you make me seem better than I am. You never tell your readers how special you are. So I'm going to do it.

Dear reader,

My John is a wonderful man. He's intelligent, witty, charming and very handsome. He is a man of many talents. He used to be in the army, he was a surgeon, he plays the violin and now he has taken up writing, quite successfully I might add. So if there is anyone who is amazing here, it is John. He is also a good man. A caring husband who does not hesitate to give everything that he has to give. I am incredibly lucky to have him.

Sherlock Holmes

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"Intelligent, witty, charming and very handsome"...And you think I'm the one who goes overboard when I talk about you. Pots and kettles, love.

John Watson

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Finis