Apparently my muse wanted to make up for a quiet week:<\/p>\n
At Last<\/a> – Finally, John and Sherlock come together.<\/p>\n Teaser below the cut<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The night was cool, autumn just turning chill. John had watched Sherlock closely over the last months, watching him heal while they schemed and planned. Sometimes he wondered about Mary, but this was where he needed to be. He knew that now, beyond all doubt.<\/p>\n It was late. They\u2019d been working on a case and John knew that Sherlock was healed enough for what he had in mind. He\u2019d sent Sherlock down to Mrs. Hudson\u2019s for some sugar and started the record as Sherlock\u2019s steps drew near.<\/p>\n Sherlock stopped in the doorway \u00a0and blinked. John was standing in the middle of the flat, no nervousness on his face, just sure confidence. The lights were turned down, leaving the fireplace as the primary source of light, flickering across John\u2019s face. John wasn\u2019t nervous, but Sherlock felt his own stomach flip as he recognized the tune. \u201cEtta James\u2026\u201d He started.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s right.\u201d John stepped forward and took the sugar from him and set it aside. \u201cCome on Sherlock, dance with me.\u201d<\/p>\n Sherlock took his arms. They\u2019d practiced for the wedding. Now, as then he took Mary\u2019s place, letting John lead as they danced slowly in the firelight, feet soft on the rug. Sherlock let the words wash over him, knowing they were John\u2019s words for his feelings. And Sherlock knew that he felt the same. He\u2019d known that since he\u2019d returned, or perhaps somewhere along those lonely two years.<\/p>\n