Holmes checked the time, 6.48 PM. 35 minutes had passed since Watson started to react on the funny drug.

Now he was sleeping on the bench in the abandoned park. Holmes walked back and forth in front of him, preparing what to say.
He was nervous, Watson would wake up any time now.
At least Holmes was sure about one thing: He wouldn't be too close to Watson. He didn't want to get punched, which he most definitely would be if he didn't stay away.
(That had actually happened before, when Holmes "accidentally" insulted Mary.)

Watson was so beautiful; peacefully sleeping with the sunset's warm colours lightening up his face. Holmes glanced at him and couldn't stop himself from smiling.
So perfect.

Then, Watson slowly opened his eyes. He blinked sleepily a few times, then he frowned and looked around, trying to understand where the hell he was. Then he saw Holmes.
Watson looked confused, he opened his mouth but before he said anything, Holmes answered his unasked questions.
"We're in the abandoned park, behind the restaurant. You became disturbing, so I took you here. Mary's parents are not impressed."

Watson sat up, sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I don't understand.. I remember that we ordered food, but after that I have no clue what happened. But I have a bad feeling that you're involved, Holmes. Now, tell me. What have you done?"
Holmes cleared his throat.
"I'll tell you everything, as long as you promise not to punch me or yell at me."
"Oh my...this is bad, right?"
"Promise."
"Fine, I promise. No violence. Sit down."
He patted on the bench. Holmes sat down but kept his distance. He started to speak.

"Okay, to make a long story short.. You went to the restaurant for the dinner. I followed you there, and disguised myself as a waiter.."
"Why the hell did you..."
"No interrupting, Watson! Save all the questions for later. Now, listen. I was the one who took your order, and also the one who served your food. I; remember,no punching, had a little bottle with that funny drug you know, the one that turns you into a laughing freak for half an hour.
I put a few drops over your food, then I gave it to you. Then you became loud and disturbing.
When someone shouted after a waiter, me, you were rolling on the floor, laughing."
"Oh god..", Watson groaned. Holmes continued.
"Mary's parents told her that she's not marrying a man like you, then her mother begged me to show you out of the restaurant.
Which I did, and now we're here. Questiontime."

Watson stared at Holmes for a few moments while trying to compose himself. Surprisingly, he wasn't as furious as Holmes thought he would be. At last, he looked Holmes right in the eyes and asked with a tired voice:
"Why? Why did you do this? You must have a very good reason."
"The reason is simple", Holmes answered. "I want you to stay with me."
Silence.
Holmes decided to continue. He stared at the ground.
"Because, dear Watson, you don't really seem to love Mary. And I don't say this just because I'm selfish, I really don't think you do. Am I right?"

Watson sighed.
"That may be the case, but I think that you have something more to say."
Oh no, Holmes panicked, confessiontime.
"Like, the real reason why you don't want me to get married."
Holmes looked up. Watson was looking at him with an amused smirk. Holmes blushed. So he already knows. Great. Come on Sherlock, be brave.
He took a deep breath.

"Well, my dear Watson. I think you already know that, um, I just... You knew how I felt! Despite that, you met Mary. But you still seemed to..to like me.." Holmes buried his face in his hands and groaned. This was so embarrassing.
Now it was Watson's turn to talk.
"Holmes, I didn't even notice. The reason I met Mary was to...you know, forget about you. I'm sorry..but you should have said something."
"So would you, you're the more emotional one of us", Holmes mumbled. Watson chuckled lightly.

Holmes finally met his gaze.
"You should hate me. I ruined everything. Now everyone who was at the restaurant thinks you're weird and annoying."
Watson smiled.
"I don't care. It was worth it."
"Sure was. Now, if you excuse me..", Holmes said and moved closer to Watson, then he leaned in and gave him a quick, light kiss.

Watson was surprised and laughed a little before pulling Holmes closer and letting their lips meet again, this time a little longer.
Watson put his left hand over Holmes' on the bench, while his right hand cupped Holmes' cheek. He felt the skin heat up under his touch. Holmes had butterflies in his stomach. And suddenly also Watson's tounge in his mouth, playing gently with his own.
After a while they broke the kiss.
"You taste like drug", Holmes stated with a wry smile. Watson laughed.
"You're so romantic.."
Holmes grinned and kissed Watson on the cheek.
"Let's go home."

And so they did. Arm in arm they walked home to 221B Baker Street.
Holmes felt light-headed, he was so happy and he knew that Watson was too. That made him even happier.
Totally worth messing up the restaurant.

~END :D

Finally, the last chapter done. I stayed up all night writing this. That didn't sound too positive haha but I couldn't sleep anyways so why not kill time with something fun? :D Another fun thing is reviews, please let me know if you liked this! I'm not that much of an author but maybe I can be if someone gusta diz :3