"Mycroft will kill me." Sherlock decided with a sigh. John took Sherlock's hands playfully in his own, lacing their fingers together and smiling up at the face of this beautiful creature.
"Mycroft doesn't have to know." John assured.
"He probably does already. Oh, he told me not to get attached; he's going to be so mad." Sherlock muttered.
"Sherlock! Mycroft doesn't know. If he was watching us right now, he would've captured us, they already have a death sentence for both of us, they're not going to waste their time trying to get us to be heterosexual." John pointed out. Sherlock took another deep breath, but he was starting to calm down, his hands were getting softer in Johns and he wasn't shaking anymore.
"Yes, alright. It's alright." He decided.
"It is. Everything is going to be fine, it was before, and it will be now." John assured. Sherlock nodded again, pulling his hands away from John's and wrapping them around his knees, a little ball of Sherlock.
"It's cold out here, but it's so pretty it's almost worth it." he muttered, looking off in the fields.
"As are you." John agreed.
"So one kiss and you're able to tell me all of these cheesy couple's quotes?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes, that's pretty much how it goes now. Because, if you want, we can be a couple." John pointed out.
"But I'm supposed to be paired with someone when..." Sherlock started, but John's look of annoyance seemed to shut him up. Sherlock kept forgetting that he wasn't going back home. "Yes, I would like that very much." Sherlock agreed.
"As would I." John said with a nod, looking at the stars. He didn't want to creep Sherlock out or anything, especially when the poor kid had no idea what he was doing. So he tried to focus on the stars, not Sherlock, although the latter was much more visually pleasing.
"I'm glad I saved you John, from the ship. If I had to watch you die at the hands of my brother, I would've never forgiven myself. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself." Sherlock admitted.
"But I'm not dead, and you did save me. Don't think about what could've happened, remember what did happen, be thankful." John insisted.
"I am very thankful." Sherlock agreed, looking down to his lips as if he were able to see exactly where John had kissed him.
"I like living, yes." John agreed.
"We need to go somewhere John, away from here, somewhere safe where your family's lives aren't in danger." Sherlock muttered.
"But where? I don't know any army bases or alien refugee camps, it's either here or the streets, I hate to say it." John pointed out.
"Can we afford our own house?" Sherlock asked hopefully.
"No. I still have to go to college and all of that, we can't be wasting money on a house right now." John insisted.
"College, yes, I've heard of that. Secondary education. You still want to live a normal life, don't you?" Sherlock asked.
"Of course I do Sherlock, I have no choice. I need to live, make money, there's no alternative." John insisted.
"You just kissed an alien, and you want to be normal." Sherlock muttered with a small smile, as if that was an odd concept to grasp.
"In my defense, the alien is very cute, and very kissable." John insisted. Sherlock laughed a little bit, looking down at the corn with a blush in his cheeks. John smiled lovingly, wondering why he had waited so long to get this kid so flustered.
"What are you guys doing?" Harry's voice asked from the window. John turned to see his sister trying to clamber onto the roof, and scrambled to his feet.
"No Harry, it's dangerous up here, you'll fall!" John insisted, but she was already standing on the shingles, looking unamused.
"I've been up here before; remember when dad needed help cleaning the gutters? Besides, you let Sherlock up here." she pointed out.
"Sherlock's older than you." John insisted.
"Sherlock hasn't even seen bubbles; I'm shocked he can walk on his own two feet." Harry pointed out sassily.
"Hey, I have massive intellectual abilities, I am superior to you!" Sherlock exclaimed, getting to his feet as well. Harry walked carefully down the roof and sat down where John had been sitting, pulling her legs to her chest as well and staring into the corn.
"I can see your crop circle." She pointed out. Sherlock gave John a defeated look and went to go sit next to her.
"That's where I first came to earth." Sherlock agreed.
"In our backyard? That's really cool." She decided. John groaned, so now they were best friends, huh? He decided that he had no choice but to sit next to Sherlock, look over the fields and pretend to be interested.
"I like it here on earth. It's much calmer, no one's worried about mass extinction or population or anything. At home, you could never sit on a roof and just not care." Sherlock sighed.
"We're worried about mass extinction, or at least some of us are. They're usually called crazy." John pointed out.
"Are you?" Sherlock asked. John just shook his head, placing his hand gently on top of Sherlock's where it sat on the roof. Harry didn't see of course, but Sherlock stiffened and John thought that it might be a bit too obvious.
"I'm not really worried about mass extinction, unless you superiors come down and wipe us out. That would be bad." John decided.
"It's more likely now more than ever. I don't know what they needed an Alpha Male for, but now I can only assume they want to take over your earth. If Magnussen really does want to overthrow the government, there would only be one thing on his mind." Sherlock admitted.
"Who's Magnussen?" Harry asked.
"A bad man, alien rather, who wants both of us dead." John pointed out.
"What did you do?" Harry asked, looking at the two of them as if trying to figure out who they had killed.
"We escaped, and we weren't supposed to do that. We'll pay with our lives if they find us." Sherlock admitted.
"Then don't let them find you." Harry suggested.
"Wow Harry, if only we would've thought of that!" John exclaimed sarcastically.
"Be nice John, your sister is already more intelligent than you." Sherlock insisted. Harry broke into demonic laughter and John sat in astonishment.
"She's not smarter than me Sherlock, shut up!" he insisted, using the hand that he was previously using to hold Sherlock's to slap the alien in the arm.
"Ow, come on." Sherlock muttered with a frown, messaging his arm with a look of betrayal.
"We should probably go inside, it's my bedtime." Harry decided, getting to her feet. Sherlock nodded in agreement, clambering to his feet and following Harry into the house through the window, making sure she could get okay with her short legs. John sat there for a little while longer, listening to them get inside before pulling himself up and walking in after them, taking one last look at the stars before shutting the window and pulling the curtains.
"Goodnight Sherlock!" Harry said with a smile, giving him a hug.
"Sleep...good...Harry." Sherlock muttered, looking at John uncertainly as if not entirely sure that was what he was supposed to say.
"Goodnight John." Harry muttered.
"Good night vermin." John agreed. Harry stuck her tongue out at him, the worst insult she apparently could come up with, and ran off to her bedroom.
"That wasn't very nice." Sherlock decided with a small frown.
"You should get off to bed too, Romeo." John decided.
"Who is...my name is Sherlock." He reminded, and John just rolled his eyes.
"We need to catch you up on human culture. Until then..." John started to lean in for another kiss, but footsteps down the hallway interrupted him. John quickly pulled away and Sherlock spun on his heel to see Mrs. Watson standing in the doorway, looking somewhat guilty.
"Are you two going to bed soon?" she asked. Sherlock nodded vigorously.
"Yes, bed, we were just about to...yes." He agreed. Mrs. Watson looked somewhat suspicious, but nodded, disappearing to go tuck Harry in.
"Nice save." John laughed.
"Yes well, goodnight John." Sherlock decided. John didn't lean in for another kiss, and he knew that both of them were mildly disappointed, but with Mrs. Watson prowling around upstairs, they might get caught.
"Goodnight Sherlock." John muttered.
"Very good night." Sherlock murmured under his breath as he turned away. John could only laugh to himself as Sherlock disappeared out the door, off to the guest bedroom. So he changed into his pajamas, sinking into his familiar bed, so much more comfortable than the race car, so much more snuggly than whatever Sherlock had managed to provide him with, and stared at the ceiling. The light of the stars illuminated his room and he knew, without meaning to, that the light of Sherlock's home planet was lighting up his ceiling, if only a little bit. A billion miles away, and somehow their lives were still overlapping.
When John woke up, the sound of his alarm clock scared him so much he nearly fell out of bed. That annoying buzzing was one of the only things he didn't miss while on that spaceship.
"Alright everyone, rise and shine!" his mother's voice called. School, John was actually going...to school. Yay. He crawled out from under the covers, his legs feeling more sore than painful, and picked out his outfit for the day. This Would be quite a triumphant return, wouldn't it? Everyone still thought he was dead. As soon as John got dressed there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." John sighed, pulling a comb through his hair. Sherlock walked cautiously in, still in the clothes he presumably slept in, with his hair sticking up in all directions.
"You're going to school?" he asked.
"Yes well, I have to. I can't stay dead forever." John pointed out.
"This can't be a good idea, they're still looking for us, I swear I heard voices last night, they're searching." Sherlock warned.
"I thought we agreed I need a normal life?" John insisted.
"You agreed to that, I just nodded and said you were crazy." Sherlock pointedout.
"You still nodded, that usually means yes." John insisted. Sherlock just laughed, a beautiful sight this early in the morning.
"The baby's gotten bigger. It looks human, I don't know how long it will take, but it already looks cramped in that tube. I'd say at most a day, and then we'll be fathers." Sherlock muttered. John smiled, that was such an elderly term, but somehow he loved it.
"Can I see it?" he asked hopefully.
"Of course." Sherlock agreed. John followed him into the guest room, his mother and Harry still arguing down the hall about whether or not Harry could wear her alien shirt to school. As promised, the tube was on the bedside table except the baby was much bigger than when John last saw it. It looked human, like a baby, with distinguishable arms, legs, head; John could even see what looked to be shut eyes.
"It's beautiful." He muttered, going closer to see the baby moving slightly up and down with the current of the liquid.
"My thoughts exactly." Sherlock agreed. John tapped the glass, as if expecting the eyes to open, but nothing happened. His beautiful baby boy, so close towaking up.
"I never would've thought that I could have a baby, I never thought that I'd be a parent." John admitted.
"Oh, you would never imagine my surprise. I thought that once it left the ship that it would die, but it seems to be, if anything, thriving here on earth. Only time will tell." Sherlock admitted. John stepped back and took Sherlock's hand again, looking at their child bobbling in the tube.
"I'm glad to be a parent with you." He decided with a smile. He didn't see Sherlock's cheeks, but he was somewhat certain he was blushing again. The two of them headed downstairs for breakfast, where Mrs. Watson was toasting some bread and scrambling eggs, a very elaborate breakfast for what must be a Tuesday morning.
"I thought I'd never see you come down those stairs for breakfast again." she muttered, dropping her spatula to give John a big hug.
"Yes, here I am, it's alright." John assured, pushing his mother off of him.nSherlock looked at him as if that was some sort of sin, but sat down in his chair.
"So, you're going to school?" she asked.
"Yes, that's the plan. God knows how much make up work I'm going to have to do." John shuddered at the thought, accepting his breakfast with a smile. Sherlock was also given a plate, and he seemed very excited that you could spread fruit onto your bread. So as he attacked the jelly, John just poked around mindlessly at his food, not very hungry.
"What am I supposed to say?" John asked.
"When?" Mrs. Watson asked.
"When I get back, they'll want to know what happened, and I can't tell them the truth." He insisted.
"Well, honey, I'm not sure. You can't say you were on vacation; there were missing signs everywhere, just say that you'd rather not talk about it. That would cover it up I suppose." Mrs. Watson shrugged. John nodded silently, taking an experimental bite of his eggs. What would Greg say? Obviously he'll want the truth, and Mike will be pestering him the entire day of course.
"And what should I do?" Sherlock asked between mouthfuls, his mouth covered in strawberry jam. John could only smile; he was like an innocent, adorable little toddler.
"Well, I took today off from work to look after you, to make sure you don't destroy the house or anything, and I suppose we'll go from there. Besides, if there really are guards out there looking for you two, I think it'll be safer not to be alone." She decided. Sherlock nodded, looking at Mrs. Watson with newfound admiration.
"And if they come for me while I'm at school?" John asked.
"Call us; you'll have your phone. Hide, and call us, I'll come." Sherlock insisted.
"Well then they've got both of us, that's not a very good plan." John pointed out.
"What else do we have? I need to save you John, you're my responsibility, and I Can't let you die." Sherlock pointed out.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it I guess. But I better get going, don't want to be late for my own resurrection." John decided, finishing off his breakfast before scrambling off to grab his backpack. Oh, the homework he was going to have... When John scrambled down the stairs he saw both his mother and his smother (Sherlock) waiting for him at the bottom, as if giving him the proper send off. They both looked as if they were sending John off onto some magical quest or something, one that he might not return from.
"Be good John; just tell everyone you need your space, your silence." Mrs.Watson assured.
"And under no circumstances are you to tell them about me, my kind, or anything that happened to you. You need to make up a story, a convincing one." Sherlockinsisted.
"Ya, I know, I'm good at improvising." John assured, shouldering his backpack and stuffing his phone into his pocket.
"If anything happens we'll call you, and if anything happens, you call us." Mrs. Watson insisted.
"Ya, I know the drill." John assured.
"Be good John, be safe." Mrs. Watson said, overcome with emotion for some reason. Honestly, it wasn't like John went to school every day of his life. Then again, he hadn't for a while, and this time he might not come back. Mrs.Watson gave him a final hug, and Sherlock looked like he wanted a hug as well but that might be a little bit to, well, obvious. So John just gave him a reassuring nod and walked out the front door onto the dew speckled sidewalk, walking out to the end of the driveway and waiting for the bus to come. He Looked back only once to see two of the curtains get yanked back, as if two people were watching him but didn't want to get caught. John just sighed with a smile, watching a little bird hop along the road. Oh how he had missed Earth.