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Goodbyes are one of the hardest things you have to do and you were never really good at it. Your palms get sweaty, your heart races and you just never know what to say or the right thing to say. You’ve have done it once and now you have to do it all over again and this time, to the same person; Sherlock Holmes. The first time you thought you lost him was when he committed suicide, to save you, John and rest of London to the hands of Jim Moriarty. You were so much in shocked that John and Mary suggested that you should stay at their place before moving back to Baker Street. It wasn’t easy when he finally came back from the "dead", he took a good punch in the face to really release all the pain and anger out. This time, you weren’t sure if punching him would make you feel any better.

Mycroft’s associates drove you, John and Mary to the one of Mycroft’s private planes to say goodbye to Sherlock being leaving. You weren’t sure how it went down, Sherlock killing Magnussen. You were drugged, Sherlock said that he was trying to protect you but Magnussen was right, Sherlock's weak point was, you. Apparently, nothing can contain Sherlock Holmes, so for the time being, he will be sent for a 6 months mission. You try to think positive about this, at least he’s not going to jail.

You felt the car came to a stop with John stepping out first. Mary noticed you haven’t moved from your spot or even utter a word to them.

“[Name], Are you coming?” She asked, gently placing her hand on top of yours. You gave her a weak smile.

“Yeah, just a minute. I’ll follow” Mary gave her best encouraging smile before leaving the car.

You mental slapped yourself, why are changing your mind now? You’re just frozen to your spot. It was already hard the first time and the second time is not easier either. To think you would be better at this by now.

“Is she alright?” Sherlock asked John and Mary. He tried not to reveal his nervousness through this whole situation but he was hoping that you would say your final farewell, but he doesn’t blame you. He hasn’t making it easy for you.

“Just give her a minute,” Mary said as she gave Sherlock a hug. Sherlock and John finally got their farewell, ending it off a handshake.

Sherlock’s heart sank when you haven’t lelt the car, he was hoping to see you one last time but he understands if you don’t want to see him again.

“Sherlock” Mycroft called out. Sherlock nod at the older Holmes and gave a silent goodbye to you, walking towards the plane.

“You would have punch you again, you know” you said calling after Sherlock, making him turn to the source of your voice “but it wouldn’t be the same like the first time” you smirked at Sherlock.

Sherlock place his right on his right cheek, reliving the punch that you deliver to him the first time, he came back.

“You throw a mean punch” his lips curled up, as he makes his way towards you.

“I learned from the best” tilting your head towards John, “but you know I’m never good with goodbyes” Sherlock gazed into your [eye color] orbs, taking your hands into his. Sherlock look at you, like this would be the last time he would ever see you again.

"oh, don't look at me like that" Sherlock raised his eyebrow at you

"Look at you what exactly?"

"You're looking at me like this is the last time, you'll ever see me again"

"I'm just-- I want to make sure that I remember everything about you. The way your lips curl up when you smile, how your laugh sound and how your eyes brighten up when you walk into the room" you smiled at him, he knows how to make your heart and give you butterflies and also how to push your buttons. You don't know how to get so lucky to have a gentleman like him. "I’m sorry. A million sorry, my love-- you know I'm also never good at goodbye either but—“

“You have to do it to protect me” you finished his sentence for him, “yeah, I heard. You drugged me remember?” Sometimes, at a times like this, decisions are made by between two people, not just one. But he means well, he has finally opened to the ones he loved, you shouldn’t be too hard on him. He's trying in his own Sherlock Holmes way.

“I’m sorry, I—I can’t stand knowing that you will be in danger. You think I’m strong but I think you’re stronger, smarter and—“ you giggled

“Alright, now you’re over selling it Sherlock. You're orgiven and I already bought it okay?” Sherlock fidgets with your hands, you know that he has something in his mind. He would usually do things like this back at the flat, when he has this mind block, he would ask you if he can study your hands for an experiment but later finding out that it exactly calms him, just by touching you.

“What is it Sherlock?”

“I wasn’t picturing to be like this but—“ Sherlock got into his one knee and pulling a red velvet box revealing a beautiful [type of engagement ring] ring. You gasped, speechless—Sherlock lock eyes with you with a hint of sparkle in his blue-green eyes.

“I don’t know if this is every the good time or when it would be ever a good time but—[Name] [Last Name] will do the honor of being my wife?”

“Sherlock—I— Yes, yes, of course” you swore you weren’t going to cry but here you are you, crying with happy tears as Sherlock places the ring on your ring finger. Sherlock ran his hand through your hair, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You just got him back, you can’t believe he was leaving again but this time he made sure that he is yours. You slowly pull away, getting oxygen back to your lungs and resting your forehead against his.

“I love you [Name],” he whisper, “I love being with you and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you”

“I love you too Sherlock Holmes, just came back to me in one piece” and that was your farewell to your future husband, watching the plane slowly disappear from the evening sky.

“[Name], Mary. I think you need to see this.” John called to you and his wife. Taking a long glance at the plane, you walked towards the car.

“I think—the east wind is coming”John said. There in the screen on the car was the face of the one and only… Jim Moriarty.

“Are you sure?” you heard Mary asked, “I thought he was dead? That he shot himself?“ Mary turned to John.

“I’m positive, bullet in the head” he said unsure if this is truly happening.

“It looks like England needs Sherlock Holmes” within minutes that Sherlock left, the plane landed. With Sherlock exiting the plane with with relief and yet worried in his eyes and so did you.

“Miss me?” he joked hoping to lighten up the mood. You giggled softly, shaking your head. You do not like these outcomes for you and Sherlock but you’re just glad that he will be staying.

“It’s like you never left”