A Righteous Return - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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Once Upon a Time in a kingdom far away and filled with magic and dragons, there was a King and his Wizard. Together they did great things, bringing peace to the world and to its people. They were the best of friends, as close as any two men could be. Until one day the King was gravely injured defending his Wizard...

He gasped as the arrow struck his shoulder. Just between the gap in his armor. Too low to be anything but fatal. He knew that. But he was the King of England. He wielded Excalibur. He would not go down with out a fight. Of course /he/ would call him foolish for this. For defending him in this way. He was a sorcerer, a wizard, after all.

His knees gave out as the blood loss started to affect him. He barely noticed as strong arms came around him.

"It's okay." He assured the man, "You'll be okay. If... I'll return." He coughed a bit, feeling the pain. But it was all okay. His friend. His Wizard was alive. He pressed Excalibur into the man's hands.

"Return this to the Lady of the Lake. Please. It needs to be safe." He knew what would happen if it was in the wrong hands.

He didn't have much time. He knew that. He reached up and touched his Wizard's face. "Find me again." He managed before he closed his eyes, arm falling limply to his side.

The King of the Brits, of England, was gone.

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John shot up in bed, gasping for breath. He pressed a hand to his face and took a deep breath. Another nightmare. So many had piled up over the years. Loosing Arthur, the two Great Wars. Even recent events were enough to make him frightened. He got out of bed and walked over to the window. After opening the blinds, he stared out at the blinking lights. Albion had changed so much in recent time. Just the past hundred years alone. He let out a sigh.

There had been one time in all these years the had started to feel Arthur return. During the second Great War... The need for him was great then than it had been years earlier during the first. He pressed a fist to the window and sighed. "Arthur, we need you..." There was the unspoken, I need you. It was always unspoken. He had never dared tell the King. He couldn't, not when he had a Queen that adored him so and who he adored in return.

He let out a long held breath and looked back out to the night sky. He didn't need this flatshare, but it was convenient to be around people again.

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He had been living with Sherlock Holmes for three months now. Just long enough to know he could stand the man, but not long enough to really know how he felt about the man. Other than... Okay.

John had left Sherlock lying on the couch when he went off to work. The A&E. He loved working in emergency medicine. He could help people and keep an eye out for Arthur and the Knights.

Of course, this was the day when a psych patient broke out and started to wave a scalpel at everyone. John stepped in front of a nurse only to get stabbed in the neck. He put his hand up to press against the wound, trembling. Oh, shock. He slowly sunk to the ground as he heard his coworkers starting to swarm.

And it was about fifteen minutes later that Sherlock's mobile started going off.

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For a time, there was nothing but the panting of breaths and the soft sounds of London outside the window.

Sherlock waited as long as he could, but eventually he was softening, so he pulled out with a soft sigh, taking a small dribble of a mix of lube and come with him. He got up, went into the loo, cleaned himself up a bit, them put warm water on a flannel and came back in.

"John. Roll over so I can clean you." He was gentle with his touch, knowing that John would be quite sensitive. He wiped the man down gently, then threw the flannel in the laundry bin.

He was quiet again. observing his friend.. but now something more.

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John gave a strangled moan as Sherlock pulled out. Part of him wanted to keep the man in him forever, just feeling that cock in him. He just seemed boneless, enjoying the aftermath of some fantastic sex.

Sherlock was talking. He was vaguely aware of being asked to roll over. So he did. John was feeling a bit knackered, but wanted to try and stay awake.

Once Sherlock was done cleaning him off, he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes.

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Gently, tenderly, Sherlock ran his hand through John's hair. They still had a lot to talk about, and Sherlock still had dozens of questions, but they could wait. Between explaining about Merlin and Arthur, and thier tumble into bed, it was almost morning.

"Sleep, John." He whispered into the man's ear, still gently petting John's hair. He wasn't tired, and he was fascinated by the idea of watching the man sleep. He had seen him asleep before, but never like this.

Never this intimate.

Sherlock continued to gently rub at John's hair until his breathing evened out and he was asleep. He pulled his hand away and watched, observed, marveled at the man in front of him.

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John couldn't really reply before he was drawn into sleep. The tension bled out of him and looked so relaxed in Sherlock's bed.

He shifted a bit before cuddling further into the soft mattress. Knowing that Sherlock was here... It helped. It relaxed him. There were no nightmares. Just peace.

He slept until close to eleven in the morning, groaning as he started to come around.

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Sherlock spent the time moving between observing John, and opening a new wing in his Mind Palace, one devoted to himself and John, with an offshoot room for Arthur and Merlin.

He was still the entire time, knowing that shifting around on the bed would wake John, and the man needed his sleep.

When he started to stir, Sherlock's hand immediately went back to his hair, not enough to really wake him, but enough that as he woke, he would feel the connection between them.

He was quiet, giving John as much time as he needed to wake from his restful slumber. Sherlock had been calculating how long he spent in REM sleep, so he knew that it had indeed been deep and restful.

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He opened his eyes and the memories of last night came flooding back. Oh.

It hadn't been a dream. John slowly sat up and shifted closer to Sherlock. He kissed the man before pulling back to get out of bed.

He went into the loo to take care of his business and wash his face. His arse was a little sore, but nothing he couldn't live with.

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Sherlock tensed when he saw the realization dawn on John's face. For a single, terrifying moment, he was afraid that John regretted what happened.

Until that was, he leaned in and kissed him.

It lasted way too little time, in Sherlock's opinion, before John leaned away and got up.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw John walk just a little bit tenderly. The lizard brain of his was proud that he had caused that.

He was quiet and still, still sitting exactly where he was, waiting for John to finish. He was still nervous about the conversation that needed to happen- as Englishmen, of course they were shite about talking about feelings, but it was inevitable, it had to happen eventually.

Better to get it over with sooner rather than later.

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John came back into the bedroom and smiled at Sherlock.

"You look rather nervous. D... Do you regret what happened?" He asked.

He didn't want Sherlock to regret it. The mere idea made his stomach clench and he... He didn't know what he would do. He bbn couldn't loose Sherlock. He cared for the man immensely.

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Sherlock smiled softly and shook his head. "No." He said simply. "Not at all." His smile faded. "You?" John had kissed him, but there was still a nagging doubt in his head. This was so much to deal with at once, it was all coming at him fast.

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John shook his head. "No. Not in the least." He answered with a smile.

He didn't. He couldn't. No. It had always been Sherlock.

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Sherlock let out a little sigh. He knew it was the case, but for whatever reason, he just had to hear the words from John's own mouth.

"Alright." He said simply, looking down, suddenly feeling self conscious, and he wasn't even sure why.

"I... suppose... we should speak with Greg." He said, after a short pause. "I wonder how he will take learning about me."

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John looked at him. "Probably a mix of shock and awe." He laughed, "Which is usually par for the course."

He was stupidly, incredibly happy. He and Sherlock... John just smiled and kissed him.

"You're remarkable." He said before pulling away to find clothes.

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As much as Sherlock would have liked to have what John called a "lie in", which was what the man had done in the past the days he was not scheduled at the clinic, he knew that they really needed to start their day. It was already close to noon, and so far he had languished in bed all day. He loved watching John, but his body was itching to get out and do something.

"We should call him over." Sherlock had to admit that he wanted to see Greg's reaction, and he also wondered how he would react to the man now that he knew what he did. Would thier relationship change? Not like his and John's of course. He had never held those sort of feelings for the man. He was more the big brother he would have chosen instead of Mycroft.

Speaking of Fatcroft...

"You said you hadn't found any others, other than Graham and myself." He said, watching John dress with a bit of disappointment. "You don't suppose that my brother, or Molly could be members, do you?" He couldn't see his brother doing any sort of legwork, but so far both of the other members had been connected to him, and he had few friends- certainly not the 11 that would make up this ancient Round Table.

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John picked up his phone and shot a text over to Greg.

'Emergency, please come over ASAP.'

He set it down once more and smiled at Sherlock. "Done." Honestly, he wasn't sure how things would change between Sherlock and Greg. He wasn't sure how things changed between him and Greg. It felt like such a mess. But they would carry on and forward.

He paused as he was about to pull on a shirt. "They could be. I haven't spent too much time around them. But it's very probable. "

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Sherlock could deduce what John had done, which made him smirk. "He's not going to like being lied to, like the boy who cried wolf." Yes, he had deleted a lot of things from his 'hard drive', but he'd always liked that story for some reason.

"How are you going to determine if they are a part of the round table?" Sherlock asked, while getting dressed himself. He chose dark slacks and a purple shirt, forgoing pants.

He really didn't want either of them to be a part of this, he had no idea how dangerous it would be, but of course despite being the reincarnation of Arthur he had no choice in the matter who was whom.

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John watched Sherlock, focusing on parts of him he had been too distracted to watch last night. Dear god. The man was gorgeous. He let out a breath. It wouldn't do to get worked up over it.

"Greg can kiss my arse." He laughed.

As for how he found the knights... John sighed. "With Greg I got a headache in the back of my head. It was steady and low. But it may be different with the other knights."

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Sherlock looked at him with a quizzical stare. "And yet, you lived with me for 3 months with no indications at all?" He asked, more than a little skeptical. Despite everything, he was still unsure as to how he could be the famous King Arthur, even as he held Excalibur in his hand.

When he was dressed, he went into the loo and got his hair into a working order. He wanted to be well put together before Greg arrived. He left the door open so he could still talk to John.

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"There was always a light pressure. But I thought it was because of other reasons, not that I was living with you." He answered.

John let out a breath and laid back on the bed. He had wanted to spend all day in this with Sherlock. But no...

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He was silent until he was done in the loo, then he walked back into the bedroom and saw John laying down.

"John, you need to get ready. Lestrade could be here any- " He stopped speaking when there was a knock on the door from the stairs to the living room.

"-Moment." Sherlock smiled and shook his head, giving John a quick kiss before heading to the living room.

"Graham. Take a seat. John should be with us in a moment."

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John grumbled and watched Sherlock go. He pushed himself up to get dressed in the clothes that had been thrown around the room.

Greg looked at Sherlock. "What's the emergency?"

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Instead of telling Greg, he went to the coffee table, uncovered Excalibur again, and lifted it reverently. He stopped for a moment to admire how it looked in his hand and how right it felt, before he walked over to Greg and stood in front of him, the sword gleaming in his hand despite the cloudy weather outside.

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Greg just stared for a moment, attempting to find the words.

"Fucking hell. Are you kidding me?"

"No, we're not." John answered as he came out of the bedroom.

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"Yes, Greg. I had this sword made to look exactly like Excalibur to... pull your leg, as they say." He said with a huff.

"No, we are not kidding you, and yes, I am Arthur, or I suppose some sort of reincarnation of him. Aren't you supposed to bow at my feet or grovel or something?" He asked in a dull tone, but with the hint of a smirk on his face.

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Greg just stared at the two men. Oh christ. Arthur and Merlin.

John chuckled and went to get them all something to drink. He felt they would all need something harder than tea.

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Sherlock watched John leave, then turned to Greg again. "Do you believe me, Gregory?" He asked, though he could tell by the look on the man's face that he did.

"We will still have to find the others, and considering who has been found so far, there is a very good chance that some, if not all of them will be people that we know. John seems to have a good sense for who he is looking for. He says that something is going to happen soon, so we will need to look for the other knights as soon as possible."