Chapter 22 – All's Well That Ends Well

Hello all! sorry for the delay! School started up again and I found myself trapped in that whirlwind of book buying and class finding. This is the final chapter of this fan fiction and I hope you enjoy it! I tried to make it light and fluffy-ish, as the end of the adventure and all that, hopefully it doesn't disappoint. A big thank you to everyone who has written reviews and to those who have just taken the time to read it! It has been such a pleasure.

Amy was sitting on the couch at 221B Baker street with a pout, arms crossed in front of her chest. Sitting across from her was John, but he didn't try to speak, recognizing that if he spoke he may very well have Amelia's temper aimed at him. When the sound of the TARDIS could be heard out on the street, Amy didn't move, instead her scowl darkened, and John stood, clearing his throat.

"Well, I'll just be upstairs. Ahem. Shout if you need anything." Amy nodded but didn't respond with words, turning to glare instead at the door. She was furious with the two men she knew would be appearing any moment, and was deciding just how to deal with that anger.

They'd captured Moriarty on the edge of the cliff, but when they'd all merrily gone back aboard the TARDIS, Amy found herself suddenly being shoved out into the living room of 221B, where papers were now scattered everywhere around the room from the TARDIS' appearance. They'd then left without her to do as they saw fit with the criminal mastermind on their own, and it made her furious. Her eyes narrowed at the sound of the front door opening. She had had just as much right to be apart of whatever happened to Moriarty as the other two, more so than the Doctor, she thought, since she was the one who'd been kidnapped. Yet for some reason she'd ended up left out of the end of the adventure, and she wasn't willing to forgive them at all. The door to the apartment opened and Sherlock appeared first, unravelling his scarf, eyes careful not to meet Amelia's as he hung his scarf and coat on a hook. Following close behind him was the Doctor, who only had to glance briefly in her direction before he too avoided her gaze. She stood, fuming, and both men fidgeted on the spot, neither brave enough to face her head on.

"So, what've you got to say for yourselves?" she demanded, and one after the other they lifted their gazes.

"If you expect an apology-" Sherlock began, but a sharp look from Amy cut him off.

"You think all I expect is an apology? What did you two think you were doing? Dropping me off here like lost luggage. I had just as much right to-"

"Really, Amy. It has nothing to do with right, we just thought it was safer since you were the one he chose to threaten."

"Oh so now not only am I not capable of protecting myself, but you two both find yourselves incapable of helping keep me safe when we're all standing within inches of each other? Interesting, that. Since you both try so hard to be heroes."

"I'm not a hero, Amy." The Doctor said darkly, as if they'd had this conversation before, and Amy shrugged as if she could care less.

"You're right, you're not. So why did you have to go and try to act like one? I should've been there too, because I'm the one he threatened. It was only fair that I be there till the end."

"Is that what you wanted? To see it through, no matter the end result?" Sherlock enquired, and she turned her sharp green eyes on him.

"It is."

"Even if we were to tell you we sent him to his death?"

"Is that what you did?" she asked, not bothered in the slightest though Sherlock thought she ought to have been, and the Doctor shook his head though he ran nervous fingers through his hair.

"Not exactly."

Amy just glared between the two of them. Complaining would get her nowhere, and clearly neither of them were all that fazed by her anger which only upset her more. Without another word, she turned on her heels and stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. The Doctor and Sherlock exchanged looks, and it was the Doctor who retreated first.

"You should probably go, I've got to, you know," he motioned back towards the outside and his TARDIS and with a heavy sigh Sherlock nodded. He didn't really want to fight with Amy so soon after they'd gotten her back, but it looked like their decision to exclude her had angered her enough to cause one anyways. Giving only a quick glance at the Doctor's retreating back, he headed towards his bedroom, opening the door to find Amy standing by the window, back to him, arms crossed in front of her again. There were many words he could give her, meaningless words that would sound like reasonable explanations, and yet he couldn't bring himself to utter them. He knew they would be useless against her because she never seemed to listen to those superficial explanations, she always seemed to see right through them and in turn right through him. So instead of that, instead of using words as his sword and shield, he did something she would've done, something she would understand. He walked right up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, lips pressing against her temple. She didn't pull away, instead leaned into him, albeit grudgingly.

"What did you decide to do with him?"

"The Doctor said he knew of a prison. A prison for people who had broken the rules of some shadow proclamation. We handed him over to them." Surprised, Amy turned around to look at him.

"You just handed him over?"

Sherlock shrugged. "The Doctor thought it was best, and since he knew more about the defect in Moriarty's brain than I could, I deferred to his judgement."

"That was big of you." she noted, though she was only half sarcastic, and he knew that meant he was being forgiven.

"Are you still angry we left you behind?"

"Yes." she glared at him, but he just smiled, throwing her completely off guard. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" she demanded, and his smile just widened.

"Amelia Pond, are you flustered?" her glare darkened, but he knew it wasn't his imagination that had her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Don't be stupid. Why would I be flustered? I'm angry at your stupid face for leaving me behind." she glared again, but it was only half-hearted since he was still holding her in his arms, smiling at her. "If you don't stop looking at me like that I'm going to think you're planning something else foolish." she told him, and he laughed.

"The only thing I'm planning is to keep you with me for a long, long time." he said easily, surprising her by the words, and though he was slightly surprised he'd said them as well, he was glad the words were able to pass so freely from his lips.

"Is that so." she muttered, but she no longer looked angry, and for that he was grateful.

"Indeed." then he remembered why he was putting in so much effort to appear cheerful. "But I think, if you were to forgive him as well, the Doctor was hoping you'd travel with him, again." she met his gaze and recognized the worry behind the smile, that frantic edge behind how he held her. The reason they'd left her behind was becoming all the more clear. It had more to do with discussing what she would choose than what would happen to Moriarty. With a sigh she wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"I love travelling with the Doctor." she said, and Sherlock felt his mind begin to spin. Was she about to leave when he'd just finally managed to get her back? "But I won't go unless you come with me." Both Sherlock and the Doctor had predicted she might say this, but Sherlock found himself shaking his head.

"I live here. In a world where science rules, where I can deduce everything about anyone or anything. The Doctor's world in comparison is one of magic I can make no sense of. I belong here. But you-"

Amelia covered his mouth with her hand before he could say anything more, and he blinked in surprise at the annoyed expression on her face.

"If you think for one second I'll let you decide where I belong, you've got another thing coming, Sherlock." her eyes locked with his, green eyes fierce. "I love hearing about all of your adventures and getting to tag along from time to time, just as I love doing the same with the Doctor. The two of you thought you could make me choose? Well then you were both being stupid. I won't choose. Why should I have to? Why can't I have both? You've got your work and John, why can't I have time travel and the Doctor?" she'd removed her hand from his face so he could answer, but he was regarding her skeptically.

"You are comparing the Doctor to John?" he asked, and she lifted a brow.

"Something wrong with that?"

He shook his head, since he could think of no relevant objection, but still he frowned. She gripped his hand, and this time her smile was bright and guileless.

"One adventure. Come on one adventure with us. We'll be back in a jiffy and you'll undoubtedly be able to say you helped save some species or planet of some sort."

Sherlock felt the wry smile spread across his lips as the Doctor's footsteps echoed up the stairs to the flat.

"Is that what draws you to it? The thrill of saving people?"

She laughed and tugged him towards the door, knowing she'd won.

"Sometimes all we do is save ourselves. That's fairly satisfying as well."

He laughed this time, and they left the bedroom, finding the Doctor waiting impatiently in the living room.

"Ah, Amy. Right. Well I received a message. Seems urgent. What do you say?" he had that grin that said he knew it was going to be an exciting adventure, and Amy turned to look at Sherlock.

"What do you say?"

He sighed, grabbing his coat and scarf from the hook.

"Just the once."

Thrilled, Amy was clapping her hands like a child, but Sherlock couldn't find it in himself to be annoyed. Though they'd just been through an ordeal, they'd already moved on to the next adventure. He looked at the Doctor and Amelia, seeing the bond they clearly shared, and for a moment wondered if he should send her on her own, but then she looked at him, grin spread across her face and grabbed his hand. No, if he could share her excitement, he wouldn't miss it for the world.

"John, we're going out. Don't wait up." he called up the stairs, earning a giggle from Amy and an amused chuckle from the Doctor.

Together they rushed aboard the TARDIS, and Amy was immediately running to the console as if she belonged there.

"So what was this message about?" she asked, grin still in place, and Sherlock gave a sigh as he moved to stand beside her.

"Really, Amelia, it should be quite obvious. It's a message from River, why else would he be in such a hurry?"

Amy laughed, eyes sparkling as the Doctor muttered something in embarrassment, and without even thinking, linked her fingers with Sherlocks. Yes, he would go on this adventure with her, because he realized it didn't matter if it was on earth or on whatever other planet the Doctor took them to. As long as he was with Amelia, he was sure to find adventure and excitement, and as long as he was with her, he knew he'd never lose that warm feeling that filled him and chased away the cold darkness just by having her there. He wondered briefly if this was what they called love, and though he knew that it was just a chemical imbalance in the brain, he didn't care. What he felt when he looked at her couldn't be measured by science whether he wanted to be able to or not, and for once, he was alright with that. Sherlock looked over at the Doctor, putting the customary look of boredom on his face as he was sure it would annoy the Doctor and in turn amuse himself.

"So Doctor, where does River have you chasing her to this time?"