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    John Watson had no intentions of taking over the family business, but when he returns from Afghanistan, battered and bruised, and discovers that his sister Harry has run their restaurant into the ground, he doesn't have much choice. There's only one thing that can save the Empire from closing for good – the celebrity star of the BBC series Restaurant Reconstructed, Chef Sherlock Holmes.

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  18. 13 Jan 2018

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    Sherlock sat back onto John’s thighs. “You…flew home.”

    “Yes,” repeated John thickly, and he rested his hands on Sherlock’s hips. “Well…I think I did. I hope I did. I don’t know yet, I guess it depends on you.”

    “Me?”

    “If this is home.”

    Sherlock scrambled off John, and fled into the kitchen. John could hear him rooting around, banging the cabinet doors, opening and closing and slamming shut again, a bit like he was angry or frantic or simply very, very frightened.

    John stared after him, and then cursed. He screwed his eyes shut, and tried to stop his heart from pounding straight out of his chest.

    He had just sat up and swung his legs out of the bed, wondering where his clothes had landed, when Sherlock came racing back into the room.

    “Where are you going?” demanded Sherlock.

    “Out. Away. Does it matter?” There were his boxers, on the floor next to the chair. John leaned over to reach for them, and felt Sherlock’s hand on his spine.

    “John.” Sherlock sounded almost amused. “Sit up.”

    John sat up, still holding onto the boxers, and looked at what Sherlock offered him.

    The salt cellar, and a hunk of baguette.

    “Bread and salt,” said John slowly, not quite willing to believe his heart pounding hard with hope.

    “You’re the world traveler,” said Sherlock.

    “I know what it means.”

    “Wrong sort of bread. I suppose you don’t mind.”

    John reached out and took the items from Sherlock; he twisted and set them on the sidetable gently, and then turned back to hold Sherlock’s face in his hands. “I’m old, injured, in debt up to my eyeballs, and have absolutely no idea what to do with my life. Are you sure you want me in yours?”

    “You’re not that old, not that injured, not that in debt,” said Sherlock immediately. “And you’re going to spend your life with me.”

    John stared at him, and then chuckled. “You’re so sure?”

    “John. Of course I am.”

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    I said to myself, "If this fic didnt end with them getting married, I'm going to drown myself."

    Now I dont have to worry about that

  19. 08 Jan 2018

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    Great story.

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