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John woke early the next morning, as he usually did, and went to the kitchen to get breakfast. As he walked through the door you, going in the opposite direction, met him and handed him a mug of fresh tea as you passed, mumbling, “Morning Watson.”

“Good morning (sF/n).”

John didn’t bother to ask how you had known he’d walk through the door just then or even that he’d be awake at all. Given that you were rather like Sherlock in some respects he accepted it, perhaps even expected it, and then moved on.

You continued on to Sherlock’s chair, you knew he wouldn’t mind as you settled down into it, curling your feet up to your chest and resting the mug on your knees. It had been your chair first anyways, back when you’d lived here, he’d only begun using it after you'd left.

Upon waking, you had turned the chair slightly so you could face the window if you sat in it sideways as you did now, gazing out at the world. The sun was just barely beginning to grace the buildings with light and the sky was a soft shade of blue, you hummed contently to yourself taking slow sips from your mug of tea.

It felt good just to enjoy the morning, something you hadn’t been able to do for so long.

John joined you, the plate of breakfast you’d left him in hand, “Sherlock’s not going to be happy you moved his chair…”

“I know.”

The two of you sat in silence, John had so much to ask you but the way you were sitting gave him the same feeling as when Sherlock was thinking and shouldn’t be disturbed.

He sighed and leaned back into his chair, munching thoughtfully on his food, when he noticed the flat’s signature smiley face and bullet holes no longer marred the wall.

He was about to ask you about it when you offered, “It was giving me the spooks last night. So I fixed it.”

“It looks like it never happened… how’d you-“

“There are a few rolls of extra wallpaper in one of the bottom cabinets. It’s not the first time he’s ruined one of the walls.”

Sherlock suddenly threw open the door to his room, surprising John who never expected the detective to be up before noon but you didn’t even flinch, simply offering, “Oven.”

Sherlock gave a single nod and strode off to the kitchen coming back with his own breakfast plate, “Lestrade called. We have a case. I expect the two of you to be ready shortly.”

John looked between the you and your brother, “You want (sF/n) to come with us?”

“Obviously or I would not have said it. Really John.” Sherlock replied flatly.

You continued to look out the window, “You go Sherly. I have some things to take care of today. Maybe another case.”

“What things are more important than you joining me?” he asked, arrogance lacing his voice.

You turned to look at him now and said, “Sherlock you know very well that I would love to join you so you shall have to trust that what I must do is truly important,” and then looked back to the window.

He sighed, he knew that tone of voice, it meant he wasn’t going to be getting anything further out of you until you decided you wanted him to know.
“Fine, Come on John.” He growled frustratedly, grabbing his coat and scarf. John hopped up, not wanting to have to chase after Sherlock like he usually did, but to his surprise the man lingered in the door.

Just as he moved to leave, you softly called his name, “Sherlock.”

He stopped and you continued, “You will always be my protective Lock…”

To which he smiled and responded, “and you will forever hold my heart’s Key.”

And then continued on his way out of the flat.

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John woke early the next morning, as he usually did, and went to the kitchen to get breakfast. As he walked through the door you, going in the opposite direction, met him and handed him a mug of fresh tea as you passed, mumbling, “Morning Watson.”

“Good morning (sF/n).”

John didn’t bother to ask how you had known he’d walk through the door just then or even that he’d be awake at all. Given that you were rather like Sherlock in some respects he accepted it, perhaps even expected it, and then moved on.

You continued on to Sherlock’s chair, you knew he wouldn’t mind as you settled down into it, curling your feet up to your chest and resting the mug on your knees. It had been your chair first anyways, back when you’d lived here, he’d only begun using it after you'd left.

Upon waking, you had turned the chair slightly so you could face the window if you sat in it sideways as you did now, gazing out at the world. The sun was just barely beginning to grace the buildings with light and the sky was a soft shade of blue, you hummed contently to yourself taking slow sips from your mug of tea.

It felt good just to enjoy the morning, something you hadn’t been able to do for so long.

John joined you, the plate of breakfast you’d left him in hand, “Sherlock’s not going to be happy you moved his chair…”

“I know.”

The two of you sat in silence, John had so much to ask you but the way you were sitting gave him the same feeling as when Sherlock was thinking and shouldn’t be disturbed.

He sighed and leaned back into his chair, munching thoughtfully on his food, when he noticed the flat’s signature smiley face and bullet holes no longer marred the wall.

He was about to ask you about it when you offered, “It was giving me the spooks last night. So I fixed it.”

“It looks like it never happened… how’d you-“

“There are a few rolls of extra wallpaper in one of the bottom cabinets. It’s not the first time he’s ruined one of the walls.”

Sherlock suddenly threw open the door to his room, surprising John who never expected the detective to be up before noon but you didn’t even flinch, simply offering, “Oven.”

Sherlock gave a single nod and strode off to the kitchen coming back with his own breakfast plate, “Lestrade called. We have a case. I expect the two of you to be ready shortly.”

John looked between the you and your brother, “You want (sF/n) to come with us?”

“Obviously or I would not have said it. Really John.” Sherlock replied flatly.

You continued to look out the window, “You go Sherly. I have some things to take care of today. Maybe another case.”

“What things are more important than you joining me?” he asked, arrogance lacing his voice.

You turned to look at him now and said, “Sherlock you know very well that I would love to join you so you shall have to trust that what I must do is truly important,” and then looked back to the window.

He sighed, he knew that tone of voice, it meant he wasn’t going to be getting anything further out of you until you decided you wanted him to know.
“Fine, Come on John.” He growled frustratedly, grabbing his coat and scarf. John hopped up, not wanting to have to chase after Sherlock like he usually did, but to his surprise the man lingered in the door.

Just as he moved to leave, you softly called his name, “Sherlock.”

He stopped and you continued, “You will always be my protective Lock…”

To which he smiled and responded, “and you will forever hold my heart’s Key.”

And then continued on his way out of the flat.