A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! So...I was heading in one direction with this chapter and wound up going way the opposite....I apologize in advance....Enjoy<3

"Good, let's do this." Sherlock grinned, stepping back and directing everyone to stand in front of him. Once they were all in place, John watched as Sherlock dug through the pockets of his suit jacket. He finally found what he had been looking for and pulled out a stunning pocket watch. "I thought the watch was symbolic?" John quipped, grinning at the scowl Sherlock sent him.

"That atrocity you used is symbolic. This one is important." He snapped, holding the watch in one hand while hovering his other hand over it. "Now, I am going to slow time, only the person I have been bonded with will be able to move outside of time. When I reset time again, I will make sure the other two will be able to tell who it was."

"That sounds confusing." Greg said, scratching his head and looking at John uncertainly. Sherlock rolled his eyes and huffed, opening his mouth to speak. John just shook his head and waved at him to continue.

"I feel sorry for the future of Scotland Yard if people like you are what they have coming in." Sherlock muttered, glaring at the watch in his hand. John was about to ask what he meant when the taller man waved his hand over the watch.

Everything shattered, colors fragmenting and splintering like thread being torn. John gasped, feeling his breath being pulled from his lungs as the room trembled, each strand of color vibrating like the strings on a guitar.

"John." A rich voice cut through the thick air, causing the strings to shake around him. He turned, his vision taking a moment to catch up with the action. He saw the vague outlines of Greg and Molly, frozen where they had been standing. "John, look at me." There was that voice again. He turned in the direction of the voice and felt his knees go weak. Sherlock was standing before him, looking crisp and clear among the distorted colors.

"Sherlock?" His voice sounded wrong, it wavered and shook, vibrating along with the strings. "W-what the f-"

"This is time John. This is what happens when I stop a moment."

"I-it's- it's beautiful." John wasn't completely certain he was just talking about the array of colored strings that now made up his world. Sherlock seemed to glow with a faint, silver light.

"It is." Sherlock stepped closer to john, causing the strings around him to shift and change, moving with his thin frame. John was entranced, watching the only clear thing within the chaos move. Sherlock stopped when he reached John, close enough that John could almost feel his warmth through his jumper. John felt his pulse quicken, his breath hitching in his throat as he watched the taller man reach for his wrist.

The touch felt weird, Sherlock's icy fingers sending harsh jolts of electricity over John's skin. He heard Sherlock gasp at the touch and knew he must have felt the same.

"I-I have t-to move y-you." John felt breathless, his chest heaving as Sherlock started to pull him forwards. It was difficult walking, the air feeling heavy around him. 

He was dragged for a few feet before Sherlock stopped, hesitating for a moment before quickly gripping John's shoulders and spinning him around. John felt a strange pressure against his back, but before he could question it Sherlock had captured his lips with his own in a bruising kiss. The contact sent electricity jolting through John's shorter frame and he moaned against the other man's lips. He fought to move his arms, finally managing to get his hands to Sherlock's shoulders, tangling one of his hands in the dark curls and sliding the other down to rest on the thin waist. Sherlock moaned at the touch, pressing impossibly closer to John. They broke apart, breathing against each other's lips heavily.

"I have to restart time John."

"Why?" Sherlock chuckled, kissing John tenderly once more before backing away, taking out the watch from his pocket.

"We can't live in a single moment John. Time would shatter."

"It would be worth it if it meant I could kiss you again." Sherlock flushed, seemingly flustered by the terrible line.

"You can kiss me whenever you please John. If you recall, I did say you can fuck with me whenever you please." He winked before passing his hand over the watch, the world suddenly coming into harsh focus, pulling the air from John's lungs once more. 

He felt a stabbing pain in his chest and dropped to his knees, fighting the darkness that threatened to claim him.

"John!" Sherlock's concerned voice sounded years away as John felt hisbody connecting with the floor.