John Watson was sitting in bed, trying to get through the last chapter of his Hercule Poirot novel, even though he already knew who the killer was. (living with Sherlock had completely ruined detective stories for him.) He looked at the digital clock next to his bed and sighed; the neon numbers flashed 2:30 AM. Since the incident at the pool, he'd
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Also you handled what could have been annoying trope so beautifully. I've read so many fic's that end 'and then they woke up', just tacked on the end, but here is was a surprise I really didn't expect back in part one, and beautifully woven into the story.
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