"Merry Christmas." Sherlock raises his glass and the guests do the same. Mrs. Hudson and Molly wear the same dress. Mike and Greg are busy with talking about their professions. Sherlock, Mycroft and I look into a case. According to him the case has to be solved today.

"I go to Molly and Mrs. Hudson." I let Sherlock know. I'm tired of their deduction. I don't understand anything. How can you, for God's sake, know when a person is born on the basis of his shoes?

"Hai, how are you?" I ask. Molly smiles friendly and she shows her empty glass. I get a bottle of champagne and I fill in her glass.

"It is a good time to learn Sherlock how you drink alcohol, don't you think?" She wants to know.

"I think... but we cannot force it. We cannot pretend it is alcohol-free. That's mean."

"Yes, please. Sherlock will love it." She insist. I don't know why she wants to, but I think it's going to be funny. Sherlock who is drunk, is like a puppy who crash to the window again and again. Silly and confused.

"None of this concerns me."

"We will not betray you." She says. Lubricate him? Why would you do that? His brains must continue like they do always. A while ago I looked like Sherlock was drunk, but it was pure adrenaline. We do not know how he will react. Maybe he is aggressive, or depressed. Sherlock is impossible to predict.

"How are you going to poison him?" I overdo. I look subtle to Sherlock. He's still in the kitchen with Mycroft. Should he know it already? Sherlock leans to the counter and he thinks deeply. He can look so cute when he is focused.

"Poisoning? I call it helping."

"Helping?" I ask surprised. "Propping his dead, yeah."

"Don't overdo it. It will be hilarious." She insists. She is slyly watching him and I am wondering how she gets this ridiculous ideas. Why she would do that to him? Mrs. Hudson nods approvingly. I've expected she would contradict Molly, but in vain.

I role my eyes and walk to Sherlock. I want to protect him somehow. Just so he doesn't do crazy things. They should at least wait until later. Sherlock's deep thinking. He should not be disturbed. I lure Mycroft to me and he nods when he see it. Slowly he walks towards me.

"What's up, John?" He looks doubtful behind. He thinks it is about Sherlock. He's right.

"There are people here who want to lubricate Sherlock. You agree?" I ask right to the point.

"Why should I deny it? Besides, I don't have the intention to judge. But his boyfriend does."

"Boyfriend? We aren't little children anymore. But how do you know? We were going to say it today." I respond surprised. Mycroft is also good at deductions, but I didn't know he was that good. Sherlock would not even see it.

"I know everything." He raises his eyebrows and he looks mysteriously. "Give him just as much alcohol as you want. He isn't my responsibility anymore. Whatever I say, he doesn't listen to me, his brother." He walks away and he puts a hand in his pocket. Mycroft is completely different from Sherlock, but they still look alike. Mycroft can be sweet in his own way, Sherlock too. Sherlock does his best to understand human feelings, but Mycroft doesn't give a hoot.

The only thing I can do, because all guests are busy with someone else, is visiting Greg and Mike. I hope they are holding an useful conversation and not devising a plan to kill Sherlock.

"Hey, how are you?" Greg and Mike nod.

"Fine. We were talking about your snore." They laugh both.

"My snore? How do you know that?" I laugh too. They are already good friends in that short time. I don't want to disturb them in their conversation and I go to my room with my laptop. I mean... Sherlock's room.

I open my laptop and I reread a topic for my next blog upload. I have many readers. I would get more readers when I describe a drunken Sherlock? Everybody likes that, but I don't want they are going to see Sherlock like a fool. He is the sweetest man in the world. I don't want to hurt him. However, tomorrow he has forgotten everything. If I'm then going to write about it, he will remember it and he will be embarrassed. He will lock himself, although he never leaves his house now. The last time he went out we were swimming illegal. It was a nice day, and I will never forget it. I hope he never will too.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He walks into his room and he puts a hand on my shoulder. He looks curiously at what I am doing. "Your blog?"

"Yeah, I am editing a few things." Sherlock is coming closer to me and I feel his breath is gliding along my chest.

"I think it is always perfect." He laughs gently. Sherlock is not the best person giving complements, but if he does, it is sincere.

"Thanks, Sherl." I give him a soft kiss on his cheek and he starts to blush.

"I was thinking." He says nervously. He sits next to me on the bed and he lays his hand on my thigh. I grow numb, because I don't have any clue what he is going to say. "Today we are going to announce our relationship, right?"

I nod. "If you want, at least. I don't want to oblige you, because I know-"

"John, I do not want anything more. I want to be with you and if we keep it a secret, then we cannot walk hand in hand. Or kissing in public. Moreover, I want to show everybody how much I love you. Just because you are my best friend, and my dearest boyfriend." He moves closer to me and with his right hand he rubs my cheek. He gently rubs it and he whispers in my ear he likes me the most of all people.

He is holding my face with his hands. And I know I'm getting totally red in the face. I can't keep myself down to proclaim all my love loudly. But we need to go-get this. Especially now I know Molly want to poison him.

He looks deep into my eyes. I have never felt love so intense. My heart begins to pound faster and my hands are sweating. I don't know why Sherlock has a cool attitude. For several minutes there reigns silence, but we are having a good time. There's no way we think it's uncomfortable, like that time in the cab. He had explained to me, he founds it scary, because he thought I didn't like him. He was totally confused.

He lays his leg above my knee. I was shocked first, but I admit it. I love it.

"You don't mind?" For the first time Sherlock is open about his feelings. He relieves through this.

"Far from." I whisper softly to do not ruin the atmosphere. I know everyone is waiting for us in the living room. I know everyone thinks our disappearance is strange. I know I think too much. I'm afraid, because they have suspicions, but today we are going to announce our love.

I don't know if Sherlock is ready to tell this to them. He behaves like a gentleman now, but if there are others present, then he slams shut.

With this intense set-up we are looking at each other. We inhale at the same moment. His hand is laying on my chest and he follows my breathing.

While we enjoy our touches, I look at our intertwined hands. Nobody our nothing can separate us. Nobody our nothing can come between us.

The door slams open. He is standing amazed in the doorway. It's almost completely dark in the room. What should he think...

"Oh, God." Mycroft covers his eyes. In that time Sherlock and I displace us both to the end of the bed. I'm glad it is Mycroft, because he knows it already. "Don't do such things again, please." He requires. "I come and get you, because now the party can start really." He rolls his eyes and he closes the door.

"I think we should leave." I sigh. We didn't have the chance to kiss, but ever it is going to happen, hopefully. I stand up and pull Sherlock to me. He seems happy, but at the same time also not.

"Mycroft is wicked." He sighs too.

"Always, Sherlock. You are just the best brother." I reassure him. A little smile appears on his face. Before we leave the room we hold our hand a few seconds.

"You're ready, Sherlock?"

"The truth always. And a lifetime with you, too."

"Is it the day of compliments?" I laugh. I know it parts the heartfelt atmosphere, but otherwise we couldn't be able to leave the room. Just because it is perfect now and nothing can poison our love. I pull him with me, Sherlock protests a bit.

"I want to be with you." He says romantically.

"After the party we have enough time alone." I wink and he laughs. We look like teenagers.

***

"Dear friends." I start. I raise my glass and when I do my speech, I look at Sherlock. "It's been Christmas. You have to celebrate Christmas with your best friends. Alcohol."

Everyone is laughing.

"Everyone loves it, but let try to don't go home drunk. I just want to say I want everyone has a good time day. There's enough food and drinks, so enjoy."

Everyone applauses.

After my short speech Molly comes to me.

"I have an idea." She says. I role my eyes. I really start to resent her. Why she want to poison my sweet Sherlock? "I'm going to say it's alcohol-free and delicious." I nod disappointed. She still wants to go ahead with this?

I want to warn Sherlock. I don't want a quarrel with Molly. I know it can be funny, but this is his house. He cannot commit missteps here.

A little while later Molly's in the kitchen. Next to Sherlock, who's taking a glass out of the cupboard. He didn't drink a long time anything to keep his brain concentrated.

"I have something for you." Molly smiles. "Alcohol-free. Delicious." She takes a sip. Sherlock isn't listening to her.

"I'm thirsty." He says.

"Thirst-quenching, Sherlock." I role my eyes. Why she endeavours that much? I do not want to know what he is capable of.

"Let me try." He raises the glass to observe the drink through from below. I do not know if he has ever done a deduction about alcohol.

Molly smiles at me, but I just give her a dead gaze.

Sherlock takes a sip to try and immediately he drinks it all.

"I'm so thirsty." He sighs. "Do you have more?"

Molly winks at me. I look away. To be distracted I go to Mike and Greg. We can get along with each other very well and they find it a nice party. But I don't.

In the meantime Sherlock is drinking his third glass of alcohol. I don't have any clue when he really will be drunken, because he is so unpredictable. I hadn't even expected he would drink the alcohol-'free' beer. I look away from him, because I don't want to see a slump in him. If it goes wrong, it is all Molly's fault. With a little courage I walk to him.

"Hey, Sherlock. Here is a lot of people, don't you think? You want to go outside a while? Fresh air and stuff." Before I give him the chance to answer, I pull him with me by his sleeve. He holds on to the countertop.

"No, I'm thirsty." He says with a intimidating accent.

"Sherlock, come with me. You need to." I glance quickly at Molly, who's drinking champagne with a glacial pace. She has no clue what she has done. He doesn't seem drunk, but addicted.

We haven't even announced our love.

Sherlock refuses. I can't do anything more. He's crazier, than he was his whole life and he seems aggressive.

***

It's getting late. Everyone is still present, except for Mrs. Hudson. She went to get snacks. She's going to be back within half an hour. Sherlock has already drunk five glasses. I execrate Molly. Sherlock isn't anymore is his normal routine. Relatively. He's never normal or ordinary.

I'm quietly talking to Greg, while Mike and Molly are talking. Mycroft looks around quietly and don't care for his younger brother. Probably he's confused because of Sherlock and me. He will never find it good. Our love.

I gesture Sherlock has to come. I'm surprised he understand. His brains are barely functioning.

Niddle-noddle he comes to me. Everyone is observing him and the see him with full attention. Just before my feet he falls, and he pulls himself up with my sweater. I put on a surprised face and I give Molly a death gaze.

"Hey, John." He says overly loud. He looks around confused and hiccough.

"Hey, Sherlock. It think it's time to go and sleep." I whisper.

"With you?" He asks cheerfully, but then he turns his words. "John, that isn't anything you demand!"

"Sherlock, you need to relax."

"Waste of time."

"Come on, Sherlock." Sherlock leans forward and he seeks support from me. He cannot handle himself anymore and falls again. His hair is complete mixed-up and his eyes are flooding. He pulls my pair of trousers to stand up. "What are you doing?"

"John, can I ask you something?" He's kneeling on the ground.

"Yes." I doubt. His deportment isn't already a good sign.

"Will you marry me?" The guests are all looking fascinated but startled. I hope they think Sherlock has become crazy at all. And not we are having a real relationship.

"Sherlock, this isn't you. Tomorrow you don't will remember it." I push him away from me, but he clings to my pair of trousers.

"John, please."

"Sherlock, stop it."

"I want to marry you. I want to be forever with you. John, you're my everything and I am too for you. I know. Please, this will be the best decision ever." Sherlock doesn't give up. He stands up and look at me in the eyes. He wants to kiss me, but I don't. This isn't him. He doesn't really want to marry me. Tomorrow he will remember nothing.

"Sherlock, you need to relax." I pull his arm to support him. He accepts, but with his trembling hand he touches my face.

"You will?" He asks again.

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow you will know my response."