A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! Here is another chapter!! Sorry about the angst...I think there is only going to be another chapter or two after this....Enjoy<3

Since John had deemed Sherlock healthy enough to return to work, the Ice King had been slotted with three different men, none of them John Watson. It wasn't that John was jealous, they both knew it was going to be this way. Sherlock wasn't ready to give up filming and John had no right to ask him to. After all, Sherlock didn't love him.

John was shocked out of his thoughts by his phone ringing. He really needed to remember to change the ringtone.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Watson?"

"Who's asking?"

"Mycroft Holmes." John inadvertently straightened in his seat, fighting back a blush. Something about the older Holmes sibling made him incredible uncomfortable.

"Uh, yeah, this is John. What's up?"

"I was hoping you could come by my office today. I have an offer for you."

"An offer?"

"Yes. Come by my office in say, an hour? I will email you the address."

"A-Alright."

"Good. See you then." The line went dead and John felt a wave of uncertainty wash over him. He sat at the kitchen table for a while, worrying at his bottom lip and debating whether he should go or not. He jumped a little when he felt Sherlocks arms wrap around his chest. He hummed appreciatively when he felt his lover start to suck a mark onto his shoulder.

"Why are you awake so early?" John chuckled, turning his head to kiss Sherlock softly.

"It's not early Love. Its one in the afternoon."

"Oh. You should have woken me sooner. I have filming in an hour." John swallowed the flare of jealousy and ran his hand through his hair.

"I know. I was just about to wake you. I have to get going too, I've got a meeting." He pushed his chair back and stood, stepping out of the kitchen to grab his book-bag.

"A meeting? With who? I have no memory of you having a meeting today."

"Yeah, your brother just called. Wants me to meet him at his office in about an hour." John could almost feel the tension coming from the younger man as he packed up his stuff. "Hey, so I'm going to stay-"

"At your place, tonight. I know." John stopped packing and closed his eyes, breathing a heavy sigh. Since Sherlock started filming again, John stopped staying over on the nights Sherlock worked. He knew it was childish of him to be jealous, but he couldn't help it. He hated the thought of being with Sherlock after someone else. "John I-"

"No, don't. Just, text me later alright? I've got to get going."

"John-"

"Goodbye Sherlock. I love you." He fled the apartment before Sherlock could say anything else. He knew that Sherlock hated it when he would avoid him like that, but there wasn't anything he could do. He was so madly in love with the crazy young man that felt nothing for him. He hailed a cab and watched as Sherlock stood by the window, watching him as he was driven away.

"Mr. Watson, please, take a seat." John nodded and sat, fidgeting uncomfortably in the high-backed leather chair. Mycroft smirked smugly at him, causing is discomfort to rise in his chest. "Pleasure to see you again."

"Likewise. What do you want?"

"There is no need to be rude Mr. Watson, I am offering you a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

"A five year contract." John felt his blood run cold. "You will work for my company for five years, let us schedule your films, who you star with etcetera. You will get paid a minimum £600 per video to start, with the amount to be re-negotiated once every six months."

"You want me to work for your agency?"

"Yes. You wouldn't have to worry about fielding your own requests and booking your own shoots. We would do all of that for you. I just need you to sign these papers and then everything will be good." Mycroft handed John a small stack of papers and a pen.

"So that's it? I just sign on the dotted line and my soul is yours?"

"This isn't a crossroads deal John, just a contract."

"Yeah, a contract that takes away my choice in this."

"Just sign the papers John. You won't get very far in this industry without backing, you know that as well as anyone. What I'm offering you is stability. The same stability that my brother has." John stared at the papers in his hands, worrying at his bottom lip and bouncing his knee.

He should just sign the papers.

Clearly Sherlock had no issue with working while they were together, so why should he? Mycroft wasn't wrong; stability was something that the porn industry couldn't offer. He pulled the cap off the pen and hovered it above the line, praying this was the right thing to do.

"John!" He had less than a second to register the voice that suddenly filled the room before he was yanked out of the chair. He yelped as he was dragged from the room, squirming against his attacker's grip. Mycroft was shouting furiously, but John wasn't listening. His soldier instinct was kicking in and he tried to fight back, but his mysterious attacker had him by the back of his jacket's collar.

He cried out as his head connected with the wall. He was being pinned by none other than Sherlock Holmes.

"Sherlock? What the-"

"Don't sign the contract John." Sherlock was flushed and breathless.

"Why not? Mycroft made some good points, and its not like you have any issue with me working, right?" John snapped, pushing Sherlock away and smirking darkly. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't sign my life over to your brother?"

"Because I don't want you to." John let out a humorless laugh, tugging at his hair and blinking back tears.

"Oh, that's rich! You don't want me to work? You don't like the thought of me fucking other people? I thought you didn't care?" John watched as Sherlock's eyes filled with hurt. His heart broke for the younger man, but he didn't reach out for him. "You have no right, Sherlock. No right!" He shoved Sherlock again, tears finally slipping from his eyes.

"J-John I-"

"I'm done." His voice was soft and broken, but he saw how the words struck Sherlock as though he used his fists. "I-I thought I could- could do this, whatever the fuck we are, but I can't. I'm sorry."

"John, no. Please!"

"Goodbye Sherlock Holmes. It's been fun." John hardened his tone as he turned to walk away, only getting a few steps before Sherlock gripped his elbow and threw him back against the wall. He fought as Sherlock grabbed his chin and kissed him harshly. "Get off me Sherlock."

"No."

"Sherlock, let me go!"

"No! Not until you listen to me!" John shook his head, trying to push his way out of Sherlock's grip, but finding himself pinned. "John, please!"

"Get off!" John managed to worm his way out of Sherlock's grip, shoving the younger man away before stalking off. He was hurt, angry, and just needed to be alone.

"John! Stop, please!" Sherlock's voice echoed through the empty hall, breaking John's heart as he walked away.

He heart stopped at Sherlock's next words, his blood running a strange mix of too cold and too hot.

"I-I love you."