I woke up to the sound of somebody violently opening the curtains. I squinted in the bright light.

"Wake up Sherlock the sun has risen!" John announces. 

"And what do you want me to do? Photosynthesis?" A deep voice rumbled out of the thing I was resting my head on. It was a man's chest. But Jim had a much higher pitched voice. I sat still as the two men continued talking.

"You know why I'm waking you right?" John asks.

"Yes you are wondering where Keyland is." Sherlock states calmly. 

"Um no...Why, should I?" John exclaims. 

Wait a sec! I pushed off of the man's chest and Sherlock's guilty face came into view.

"OH Oh no um I .... Sorry I'll go...." John said walking into the door frame in his haste.

"What the HELL SHERLOCK?!" I gasp, looking around his room. 

"What's wrong?!" Sherlock asks innocently. 

"You! Wait how did I get here. I was on the couch!" I gasp. 

"I carried you in here." He admits.

"YOU WHAT?!" I shouted.

"Well you were having trouble sleeping so I-" He rambles. 

Sherlock abruptly stops talking as I slap his face.

John hesitates by the door as I throw back the covers and get out of the bed.

For once in his life Sherlock is speechless. His hand covers his face and his jaw is open as I storm out of the room.

"What did I do wrong?!" He gasps. 

"Two words Sherlock. Boundaries, Consent!" I yell as I head down the hall and back to Mrs. Hudson's house.

"John???" Sherlock gulps.

"You are so hopeless. Did you even talk to her first?" John says from under his face-palm.

"No." Sherlock admits quietly. 

John sighs heavily and leaves the room.

About half an hour later, I came back upstairs for breakfast. (Some leftover Chinese food.)

Sherlock and John were at the table. John stood as I entered.

"I need to go check on Rosie." He told us as I sat down at the table.

As he snuck out he mouthed to Sherlock.

'Talk to her!!!'

I sat down and started eating.

Sherlock clears his throat. I look up at him.

"It has come to my attention that what I did was wrong." Sherlock observes.

"Really? What tipped you off?" I sass.

"I'm so sorry." He admits truthfully.

I drop my fork.

"I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for not calling you after you went to Ireland. I have no excuse. It was my pride that...broke us apart. I don't deserve it Keyland but I'm asking for your forgiveness." He apologizes. 

I am utterly shocked. So I decide to tell him the truth.

"The only reason I freaked out on you this morning is, I don't know who to trust anymore. I don't even know if I can trust myself or my memories....and..."

"And?" He encourages. 

"When I finally woke up, out of whatever Jim was giving me... I woke up in a similar way..." I say quietly.

"YOU WERE IN A BED WITH HIM?!" he bellowed. 

"HELL NO!" I blush.

"You woke up on his chest?!" Sherlock clarified. 

"Yes....-" 

Sherlock's hands clench into fists.

"- but he was clothed we were both clothed...he was wearing a suit....and...Oh!" I cover my face with my hands.

Sherlock clears his throat again.

"That's good... I mean that's not good that you were with him but it is....I'm going to stop talking now..." Sherlock said running a hand through his hair.

After a few seconds of silence I say quietly.

"I forgive you."

Sherlock grins and makes his way around to my side of the table. He extends his hand to me. I giggle thinking he wants a handshake and am surprised when he pulls me up to stand with him. Sherlock looks intently at my face.

Time stands still.

I take in his multicolored eyes as they sparkle at me.

His eyes drop down to my lips.

And John bursts into the room, totally killing the moment.

"Are you both deaf?!" John asks.

"What?" I gasp.

"Lestrade has been calling you for Half an hour Sherlock!! Where is your phone." John sighs. 

"In the freezer." Sherlock replies. 

"WHAT WHY?!" John shouts. 

"It kept beeping." Sherlock says with a dismissive wave. 

"Well Lestrade is calling me now so answer your bloody phone!" John reprimands. 

Sherlock sighs heavily.

"Fine." He pouts.

He heads toward the freezer grabs his phone and heads off to his room.

"You DO like him! I knew it." John announces as soon as Sherlock is out of ear-shot. 

"John I need your help." I state. 

"Don't worry I'll help you two get together!" He smirks. 

"No that's not it." I reply. 

"Oh, then what is it?" John replies seriously. 

"I have to meet somebody once Sherlock leaves and I need backup." I admit.

"I can have Mrs. Hudson watch Rosie." John suggests. 

"Great." I reply. 

"Who are we meeting?" John asks. 

"You won't like it." I reply.