Amnesia

Chapter 4: Recovery

Ah! Last chapter!! I'm so proud of this, since its actually one of my first fanfics that I have worked on for literally 3 years. I'm so happy about it, and I would appreciate if anyone would vot and comment, as well as follow my archive of our own: watsonsjumper because i will be moving there to set up my WIPs. Thank you!!

-Felix

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"Sherlock." Nothing.

"Sherlock."

"Sherlock!" John hissed. Sherlock looked up from his computer and glared at John.

"Can you move these experiments somewhere else? They're taking up the whole counter. I need room to make dinner." John said, putting his hands on his hips and staring at Sherlock expectantly.

"They are sitting there for a reason, doctor. If moved, it may contaminate the experiment. No could you kindly occupy yourself with something a bit more productive? You haven't done laundry in 2 weeks and you're wearing the jumper Mrs. Hudson gave you, which you hate." Sherlock said, his face blank as he scanned the computer screen.

John huffed. He didn't feel like starting a domestic. He took Sherlock's advice and got started with his laundry, carrying his laundry basket down to Mrs. Hudson's flat and knocking, hearing her chirp. She stood in the kitchen, washing a few dishes, the rest of the room spotless.

"I was wondering when you'd come wondering down here, John. Give that here, I'll put it in the wash for you." Mrs. Hudson fussed, grabbing the basket from John's arms and disappearing into the hallway. He heard her turn the washer on, and then the shut of a metal door after she put the clothes in. She came back, turning the faucet on once more and scrubbing the remaining plate.

"Would you like help?" John offered.

"Don't you worry, dear, I've got it. I think I heard Sherlock throw something, so you might as well go check if hes hurt himself or my poor wooden floor again." She said, giving a wink and turning back to the sink.

John reached the top of the stairs to find Sherlock frantically throwing his experiments in the trash. He was muttering furiously and pacing, some of his experiments surrounded by broken glass and liquids that were probably chemically unstable.

"Sherlock?" John asked cautiously.

"It doesn't make sense John. It doesn't. I expected it to be quicker than this. A memory here and there. When you look at me, all I can see how empty you are. I can see that you don't know. You have no idea." Sherlock ranted, half yelling.

"No idea about what?" John asked, closing the door to the flat so Mrs. Hudson wouldn't hear everything.

"Before. How we were. You don't know. I could show you. Come see." Sherlock stomped to his room and opened the book John had discovered. He threw it all at John's feet.

"I have more. It wasn't just me. I have proof." Sherlock dug a small wooden box out from under his bed and dumped the contents onto his bed. He picked up a paper. A sticky note. Sherlock read off the notes frustratedly.

" 'Sherlock, I want you to know I love you. There's takeout in the fridge. Have a good day.' 'Sherlock, I love you, but stop ruining my tupperware with tissue samples.' 'Sherlock, I'll be at work tonight, get some sleep, I left dinner in the microwave, and I'll see you in the morning. I love you.' 'Sherlock, I know you love me, you don't have to leave it in code everywhere, ridiculous man. I love-' "

"Sherlock!" John said, grabbing Sherlock's wrists and looking him in the eye. Sherlock looked down at John, furrowing his brow.

"I know. I know I love-loved you. I have since the day I woke up from the accident. These notes; they're all very nice. I love them. I must confess I read a few. But I didn't need them to know what I had felt for you is-was real." John smiled at Sherlock, who was looking very confused and deep in thought.

"You..?" He opened his eyes and studied John's face.

"Even if I never get my memories of you back. I know what I know now and..nothing has changed about my feelings for you, Sherlock." Sherlock inhaled sharply and went still. John laughed a bit. It was completely silent.

Sherlock bent down and connected their lips softly. John froze, but melted into the kiss after he felt the familiar pang of his heart. He went dizzy.

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"The name's Sherlock Holmes, and the address is 221B Baker Street."

"That was amazing."

"It's all..fine."

"Dinner?"

"Starving."

"Are you alright? You okay?"

"People will definitely talk.."

"I'm not gay."

"Well, I am. And look at us both."

"Hamish. John Hamish Watson, if you're looking for baby names."

"You..looking all mysterious with your..cheekbones."

"I don't have friends. I've just got one."

"Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, would you do this for me?"

"My best friend...Sherlock Holmes..is dead."

"I don't shave for Sherlock Holmes."

"I'm your best..friend?"

"Yes, of course you are. Of course you're my best friend."

"The bravest kindest and wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing."

"We will never let you down, and we have a lifetime ahead of us to prove that."

"Because..you chose her."

"To the very best of times, John-"

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"John? Are you alright?" John was snapped back into reality. He was sitting on the end of Sherlock's bed, breathing heavily.

"Sherlock."

"What is it?" Sherlock placed a hand on John's forehead and observed him closely.

"Sherlock!" John jumped up and threw his arms around Sherlock, sobbing into his house coat.

"You're making me slightly alarmed, John."

"I remembered. I remember everything, Sherlock. I'm so sorry. I can't even imagine what that was like.." John cried. Sherlock smiled, tears springing to his eyes. He hugged John back tightly, realizing the weight lifting off his shoulders.

"I love you so much, Sherlock. I will always love you." John sobbed. He stroked Sherlock's curls and felt a shake go through him. John pulled away briefly and wiped Sherlock's cheeks.

"Everything is okay. I'm back. You haven't lost me again." Sherlock smiled at these words and dipped his head to kiss John, their tears mixing on their flushed cheeks.

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WOOOOO! I've been writing this for 3 years now. After editing and stuff, it only came down to 4 chapters, but im so proud and happy about this work. And now I'm finally finished! It was truly wonderful writing it. Thank you to everyone who read this, I wouldn't be here without you all.

-Felix.