{"id":224809,"date":"2014-03-02T09:23:20","date_gmt":"2014-03-02T09:23:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2014\/03\/02\/practicefortheheart-syldoran\/"},"modified":"2014-03-02T09:23:20","modified_gmt":"2014-03-02T09:23:20","slug":"practicefortheheart-syldoran","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2014\/03\/02\/practicefortheheart-syldoran\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

practicefortheheart<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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syldoran<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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anotherwellkeptsecret<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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prettyarbitrary<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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deadspy<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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they never showed sherlock getting off the plane so theoretically s4 could begin with him stepping back onto the tarmac, walking straight over to john, gripping his face between his hands and kissing him as if the world were about to end<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The thought had occurred.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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Sherlock gets off the phone with Mycroft and just breathes<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The plane is turning around; in four minutes or so, he\u2019ll be back on London soil (not that he was off of it for very long). He\u2019ll have a new mystery, a new game. Likely, he\u2019ll have the promise of his old life back at the end of it\u2014no time to worry about a petty murder charge after dealing with Moriarty. <\/p>\n

He\u2019ll have John.<\/p>\n

Sherlock tilts his head back against the seat, his eyes closed, and thinks about the pathetic speech he made before he got on the plane. Sherlock is a girl\u2019s name<\/em>, how eloquent. It had made John laugh, at least: an image he had intended to carry with him until his inevitable death in Serbia, however long that took. <\/p>\n

He has another chance, he thinks, and the thought makes him smile dryly. Fate is a ridiculous concept coined by people who are incapable of observing the goings-on in their own lives and are too stupid to fix it in a logical manner, but it comes to mind anyway that fate has given him chance after chance after chance<\/em> to tell John the truth, and he has wasted every single one. Sherlock came back from the dead because of his love for John, twice <\/em>if one counts both the sham and the literal event, and he still couldn\u2019t be bothered to tell the truth before he boarded a plane for parts unknown. <\/p>\n

Moriarty wasn\u2019t the most dangerous man in London, he thinks suddenly. The concept of facing Moriarty hadn\u2019t been half as terrifying as facing John.<\/p>\n

The plane rattles onto the tarmac, stirring Sherlock from his reverie. The plane cruises to a halt, and after a moment, the hatch opens, spilling sunlight into the cabin. <\/p>\n

Sherlock feels like he\u2019s suspended in helium, curiously dizzy and weightless as he steps onto the stairway down to the tarmac. Down below, Mycroft stands by his sleek black car, peering up at him. Mary and John wait a few feet away. Mary\u2019s expression is unreadable; John\u2019s is a grin so brilliant that it could rival the sun they stand under. <\/p>\n

Sherlock knows that he\u2019s moving, though he doesn\u2019t recall telling his feet to take him down the steps. He hits solid ground, and then the distance between him and those gathered waiting for him is shortening. He\u2019s dimly aware of the presence of Mary and Mycroft, but his focus is on John. John may hate what he\u2019s about to do, but he cannot, will not waste this opportunity, not when he\u2019s wasted so many before, not when he came within a hair\u2019s breadth of losing John forever not ten minutes ago\u2014<\/p>\n

John opens his mouth to speak as Sherlock approaches, then pauses when he realizes Sherlock isn\u2019t slowing down. His face falls from elation to confusion. Sherlock can practically see the questions forming on John\u2019s tongue, but his stride doesn\u2019t break until he\u2019s standing directly in front of John. <\/p>\n

For some reason, it\u2019s so easy now: take John\u2019s face between his palms, close his eyes, lean in. <\/p>\n

The kiss is awkward at first. Sherlock barely registers that John is still with shock, He anticipates a punch or a shove; he can feel the gazes of their witness burning into him. <\/p>\n

But it is so, so worth it to feel the moment that John relaxes, huffing out a breath against Sherlock\u2019s mouth, his lips turning soft and fitting against Sherlock\u2019s with a precision that locks and keys could never accomplish. There\u2019s a hand sliding across Sherlock\u2019s shoulder and curling around his neck, pulling him down, closer. Sherlock strokes his thumbs down an unshaven jaw and feels the mirroring scratch of fingertips on the back of his neck. They kiss like the world is about to end, and it\u2019s the most glorious thing he could ever imagine.<\/p>\n

Sherlock could leave now. He could get back on that plane and survive six months of Serbia on just this memory alone, recalling John\u2019s thin lips and the weight of his body and the tiny, bitten-off noise he makes at the shy touch of Sherlock\u2019s tongue on the upper curve of his lip. <\/p>\n

In the next ten seconds, Mycroft will interrupt with a clearing of his throat and some snide remark about being too busy to focus on the mission ahead. Mary won\u2019t; she\u2019ll be too shocked to say anything and won\u2019t want to cause a scene. John will probably shy away, though Sherlock hopes that he won\u2019t. In all likelihood, nothing will change in their future\u2014too many factors to consider\u2014but he knows now with absolute certainty that John loves him, too. That will have to be enough.<\/p>\n

It won\u2019t be, after awhile, but for now, it\u2019s everything.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

THIS IS PERFECT<\/p>\n

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practicefortheheart: syldoran: anotherwellkeptsecret: prettyarbitrary: deadspy: they never showed sherlock getting off the plane so theoretically s4 could begin with him stepping back onto the tarmac, walking straight over to john, gripping his face between his hands and kissing him as if the world were about to end The thought had occurred. Sherlock gets off the … <\/p>\n

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