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Sherlock Endings

A/N: These endings will include:

Sherlock, Lestrade, and Moriarty

Sherlock

"Sherlock," you bit your lip, scrunching your eyes tightly closed and waiting for the sarcastic comment that was bound to come out of the said sociopath's mouth. But you were met with the shuffling of feet, then silence. When you opened your mouth the room was empty, aside from Sherlock, who was standing on the opposite side of the room, mouth agape. You, in a sudden burst of confidence, chuckled.

"I don't need to be a high functioning sociopath to know that you're most likely surprised," you rose an eyebrow, snapping him out of whatever trance he was in, and his mouth snapped shut.

"Yes, well... um..." he trailed off, and you laughed.

"Sherlock?" you got out.

"What?" he seemed frustrated.

"You always have something to say, whether it be rude, brutally honest, or sarcastic, and now you're left speechless by me?! Now that's a surprise!" you smiled at him, done with the teasing. He blushed. Sherlock. Holmes. Blushed. Let that sink in for a moment............................................... continue.

You had trouble not running to him in that moment, he looked so helpless, a side you had never seen from him, and god did it play with your head. Finally you stopped thinking.

"Fuck it," you whispered.

"What?" Sherlock tilted his head. You quickly strode over to him, and smashed your lips on his. It was a passionate kiss, and even though you could tell Sherlock was inexperienced in this area, you still enjoyed every moment of it. When you pulled away, you were both panting, and grinning like idiots. "I take it you enjoyed that as well?" Sherlock smirked.

"I don't know, I think I'll need to do it again to find out," you smirked as well.

Lestrade

"Greg" you smiled at the man, and he smiled back, however, Sherlock was very confused.

"Who's Greg?"

"Oh bloody hell!" Lestrade exclaimed, fed up with this. "I'm Greg!" he shouted. You giggled at the stunned look on Sherlock's face.

"I could've sworn you were Graham," you rolled your eyes, slapping him on the back of the head and taking Greg's hand. He smiled at the others as you pulled him out the door of the training area to your room. You gave Graham a hug once you were in your room, and he smiled at you lovingly.

"I thought for sure you would pick Sherlock!" he laughed a little. You sheepishly smiled at him.

"Yes well... I thought I would for a second too," his face fell, and you quickly continued. "But only because it's unprofessional to date my boss," he smiled again.

"Former boss," he chuckled a bit. You had worked for Scotland yard before coming to Avengers tower. "But I think we should continue our relationship in a less professional manner, as boyfriend and girlfriend?" you giggled and nodded.

"I would like that," you said as you gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Moriarty

"Moriarty," you smirked a little when Lucifer piped up.

"So you have a thing for bad boys, I see," as he swung his arm around your shoulder. A certain consulting criminal was fuming at the devil.

"Hands, off," he growled. Lucifer imeediately flashed out. You giggled, even the devil was scared of Moriarty. "I suggest you all get out," he flashed a sadistic smile at everyone, and they got the message, scurrying out of the room.

"Honey, I think you should be able to call me by my first name." He whispered in your ear, and you jumped, startled.

"Ok, Jimmy," you teased. He glared at you, and you put your hands up in surrender. "Fine, James," you rolled your eyes a little as he wound his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his face into your neck, and you could tell he was smiling. Not his usual sadistic smile, but his genuine smile, that only a select few got to see.

"Kitten, I have something to show you," he pulled on your arm, leading you to the lab. You crossed your arms over your chest, pouting.

"Why do you get to give me a nickname but I don't get to give you one?" he laughed a little bit, and you blushed.

"Because, kitten, I'm king, and I bet you'd love to see me in a crown," your cheeks lit up, as if he had just dropped a match in a huge tub of gasoline. You tried to cover it up with an eyeroll, but he was already teasing you.

"You know you're so adorable when you blush," he said in his sexy little Irish accent.... wait what?

You walked in silence the rest of the way to his room, and once you were there, he smiled.

"Jarvis, open project Show Me the Stars,"

"Yes, sir,"

All of a sudden, there were billions of stars all around you, galaxies, nebulas, full of light and color.

"James, it's beautiful," was all you could say.

"Like you," you laughed.

"Cheesy doesn't suit you," you said, and he smirked.

"Oh? Then what does?" he inquired.

"Hmmm.... Sexy," realizing what you had just said, you blushed, and Jim smirked even more. He pulled you in for a passionate kiss, and your embarrassment was quickly forgotten.