Warning: Fluffy angst ahead...

"So, what you're saying is," Captain Gregson paused, glancing from one Watson to the other and from one Sherlock to the other, "you two are Watson's…and you two are Sherlock Holmes'…?"

John nodded, "Yes. I lied to you previously, saying my name was John Waterford."

Gregson nodded once. "And you both are a pair of consulting detectives?" He continued, staring at the two pairs.

"Obviously," both Sherlock's replied simultaneously, rolling their eyes.

Joan sighed, "Captain, we are just as confused as you are, but the best thing to do is just…go along with it," she smiled weakly.

The Captain nodded slowly, "Well, I'm just going to pretend that the only Sherlock and Watson I know are you two," he pointed to Joan and Sherlock, "and that you two," he pointed to John and Sherlock, "are just a figment of my imagination…" He massaged his temples, trying to erase the mind-shocking fact that there were two Sherlock's, not one, and walked away.

"I have to admit, it is strange." Sherlock stared at Joan, deducing her down to the last detail. "Doctor?"

Joan nodded, "Well, ex-doctor…"

Sherlock nodded, going back to his intense observation. His gaze traveled over to his doppelganger, "Hm."

"Hm?" Sherlock eyed the other Sherlock.

John's Sherlock smiled at his double, "Seeing as you are an exact copy of me intelligence-wise, I have no complaints about your work."

John chuckled, "That's a first."

Joan laughed, linking her fingers in his.

Once the soft laughter had died down, the two pairs of consulting detectives were engulfed in silence.

Joan looked over at John and frowned, "So…what now?"

"We go home," John's Sherlock rested a hand on John's shoulder hesitantly –he still didn't know if John was ready for him to touch him.

"Home, as in London?" Joan asked, sadness creeping up on her. "But…"

John squeezed her hand and turned to Sherlock, "Sherlock, I don't know…"

His Sherlock seemed startled, "John, you can't just stay here. We have a flat back home…what about Lestrade and the work? What about our life, John?"

"Sherlock, you've been gone for three years. The work is gone, Lestrade is not going to want help from a 'corrupt' detective, and our life is never going to be normal again, Sherlock. You left me…you don't expect me to trust you again, do you?"

"I-" Sherlock trailed off, "No. No I don't."

John sighed, "Sherlock, I would love to return with you and begin where we left off, but I moved on…we all did."

Sherlock felt a sharp pain shoot through his heart –concluding that he did in fact have one, "As much as I want to disagree with you, I can't. I know what you say is true, but I can't help feeling that there is a chance, a slight one, but a chance that life could go back to normal. Me, you, Lestrade, solving cases…just like old times…But…I can see you're happy now, and that makes me happy, too," he tried a smile, but the sadness still showed through.

Joan felt as though she had heard quite enough, "No. John, you are going with him. Back to London."

John and both Sherlock's stared at her incredulously.

"I can sense that you want to return to London, John. Let's face it, your life is there. Your family, friends, and work," John took both his hands in hers and squared his body toward hers, "John, as much as it pains me to encourage you to leave, you must. Your life is there and I will not be the one holding you back."

"But you're not holding me back, Joan…" John felt his eyes well up with tears.

Joan choked back a sob, "John, I love you with all my heart, but I can't let you stay here when your heart belongs with Sherlock in London. Please go back with him. London needs you," Joan looked over and his Sherlock and smiled, "Sherlock needs you."

John looked over at his Sherlock and laughed, "I do have to make sure he eats and sleeps…"

Joan let out a sad laugh, "See? He needs you, John."

John ducked his head to try and get a hold on his feelings, but he failed. "But, what about you?"

"I'll miss you, but he needs you more than I do…sadly. Besides, I have my own Sherlock to take care of," Joan let out another soft laugh.

After a long moment, John nodded. He looked up in her eyes and felt another tear streak down his cheek. "I'll miss you, Joan."

Joan sighed sadly, "Oh, I'll miss you, too." Joan snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug.

John wrapped his arms around her back and tucked his face into her neck, copying her movement. "I love you."

Joan hugged him tighter, "I love you, too."

After a minute, Sherlock put a hand on John's shoulder, signaling that it was time to leave. "John, we need to go."

John released Joan, but still held her hands. "I'll call you whenever I get the chance, yeah?"

"Okay," Joan wiped a tear from her cheek.

John smiled, trying to lighten the mood with the love within the smile. He gave her hands one last squeeze and pulled away.

Joan's Sherlock hailed a cab for John and his Sherlock, blowing the whistle he kept for this exact purpose.

A cab rolled up and John's Sherlock told him the address of the airport. He opened the door and looked back at John expectantly, "Come along, John."

John began to walk away, shooting once last glance back at Joan. He smiled and turned, walking towards the awaiting cab.

"John, wait!" Joan ran up to him, "I need to do something that I should've done a long time ago." Joan took a hold of his shirt and pulled his lips to hers. She let his shirt go as he snaked his arms around her waist, bringing her hands up to his face to cup his cheeks. One hand strayed and tangled itself in his sandy blonde hair, deepening the kiss and trying to show all her love through the connection.

Joan pulled away, not because she wanted to, but because she needed air, and caressed her thumb over his cheekbone. "Don't forget me, alright?"

John took hold of her hand and gave her a soft kiss on the lips, "Wouldn't dream of it."

A/N: THATS IT! THANKS FOR READING! I REALLY LIKE THE IDEA OF JOHN/JOAN SO I MAY VISIT THIS IDEA SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE.

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SAD ANNOUNCEMENT: I will not be writing for Elementary for a long time...Probably a month or a little longer. I have been receiving soooo many prompts for Sherlock, so if that's what you like, look for me there! I'm sorry, Elementary Fans! I just want to wait awhile until Season 2 comes out so I can have more ideas 'cause I'm kinda stuck! Sooooooo maybe if I finish all my Sherlock fic's, I'll get a second wind! Maybe, just maybe! Please don't hate me! I will continue to write for Elementary because it is, no doubt, my favorite show!

ON A LIGHTER NOTE: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME~! :D I AM NOW 17 YEARS OLD AS OF AUGUST 22nd! :D

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