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Sleep deprivation leads to symptoms of schizophrenia
Psychologists at the University of Bonn are amazed by the severe deficits caused by a sleepless night
Twenty-four hours of sleep deprivation can lead to conditions in healthy persons similar to the symptoms of schizophrenia. This discovery was made by an international team of researchers under the guidance of the University of Bonn and King’s College London. The scientists point out that this effect should be investigated more closely in persons who have to work at night. In addition, sleep deprivation may serve as a model system for the development of drugs to treat psychosis. The results have now been published in “The Journal of Neuroscience”.
In psychosis, there is a loss of contact with reality and this is associated with hallucinations and delusions. The chronic form is referred to as schizophrenia, which likewise involves thought disorders and misperceptions. Affected persons report that they hear voices, for example. Psychoses rank among the most severe mental illnesses. An international team of researchers under the guidance of the University of Bonn has now found out that after 24 hours of sleep deprivation in healthy patients, numerous symptoms were noted which are otherwise typically attributed to psychosis or schizophrenia. “It was clear to us that a sleepless night leads to impairment in the ability to concentrate,” says Prof. Dr. Ulrich Ettinger of the Cognitive Psychology Unit in the Department of Psychology at the University of Bonn. “But we were surprised at how pronounced and how wide the spectrum of schizophrenia-like symptoms was.”
The scientists from the University of Bonn, King’s College London (England) as well as the Department of Psychiatry and Psychotherapy of the University of Bonn Hospital examined a total of 24 healthy subjects of both genders aged 18 to 40 in the sleep laboratory of the Department of Psychology. In an initial run, the test subjects were to sleep normally in the laboratory. About one week later, they were kept awake all night with movies, conversation, games and brief walks. On the following morning, subjects were each asked about their thoughts and feelings. In addition, subjects underwent a measurement known as prepulse inhibition.
Unselected information leads to chaos in the brain
"Prepulse inhibition is a standard test to measure the filtering function of the brain,” explains lead author Dr. Nadine Petrovsky from Prof. Ettinger’s team. In the experiment, a loud noise is heard via headphones. As a result, the test subjects experience a startle response, which is recorded with electrodes through the contraction of facial muscles. If a weaker stimulus is emitted beforehand as a “prepulse”, the startle response is lower. “The prepulse inhibition demonstrates an important function of the brain: Filters separate what is important from what is not important and prevent sensory overload,” says Dr. Petrovsky.
In our subjects, this filtering function of the brain was significantly reduced following a sleepless night. “There were pronounced attention deficits, such as what typically occurs in the case of schizophrenia,” reports Prof. Ettinger. “The unselected flood of information led to chaos in the brain.” Following sleep deprivation, the subjects also indicated in questionnaires that they were somewhat more sensitive to light, color or brightness. Accordingly, their sense of time and sense of smell were altered and mental leaps were reported. Many of those who spent the night even had the impression of being able to read thoughts or notice altered body perception. “We did not expect that the symptoms could be so pronounced after one night spent awake,” says the psychologist from the University of Bonn.
Sleep deprivation as a model system for mental illnesses
The scientists see an important potential application for their results in research for drugs to treat psychoses. “In drug development, mental disorders like these have been simulated to date in experiments using certain active substances. However, these convey the symptoms of psychoses in only a very limited manner,” says Prof. Ettinger. Sleep deprivation may be a much better model system because the subjective symptoms and the objectively measured filter disorder are far more akin to mental illnesses. Of course, the sleep deprivation model is not harmful: After a good night’s recovery sleep, the symptoms disappear. There is also a need for research with regard to persons who regularly have to work at night. “Whether the symptoms of sleep deprivation gradually become weaker due to acclimatization has yet to be investigated,” says the psychologist from the University of Bonn.
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Sleep deprivation leads to symptoms of schizophrenia

Psychologists at the University of Bonn are amazed by the severe deficits caused by a sleepless night

Twenty-four hours of sleep deprivation can lead to conditions in healthy persons similar to the symptoms of schizophrenia. This discovery was made by an international team of researchers under the guidance of the University of Bonn and King’s College London. The scientists point out that this effect should be investigated more closely in persons who have to work at night. In addition, sleep deprivation may serve as a model system for the development of drugs to treat psychosis. The results have now been published in “The Journal of Neuroscience”.

In psychosis, there is a loss of contact with reality and this is associated with hallucinations and delusions. The chronic form is referred to as schizophrenia, which likewise involves thought disorders and misperceptions. Affected persons report that they hear voices, for example. Psychoses rank among the most severe mental illnesses. An international team of researchers under the guidance of the University of Bonn has now found out that after 24 hours of sleep deprivation in healthy patients, numerous symptoms were noted which are otherwise typically attributed to psychosis or schizophrenia. “It was clear to us that a sleepless night leads to impairment in the ability to concentrate,” says Prof. Dr. Ulrich Ettinger of the Cognitive Psychology Unit in the Department of Psychology at the University of Bonn. “But we were surprised at how pronounced and how wide the spectrum of schizophrenia-like symptoms was.”

The scientists from the University of Bonn, King’s College London (England) as well as the Department of Psychiatry and Psychotherapy of the University of Bonn Hospital examined a total of 24 healthy subjects of both genders aged 18 to 40 in the sleep laboratory of the Department of Psychology. In an initial run, the test subjects were to sleep normally in the laboratory. About one week later, they were kept awake all night with movies, conversation, games and brief walks. On the following morning, subjects were each asked about their thoughts and feelings. In addition, subjects underwent a measurement known as prepulse inhibition.

Unselected information leads to chaos in the brain

"Prepulse inhibition is a standard test to measure the filtering function of the brain,” explains lead author Dr. Nadine Petrovsky from Prof. Ettinger’s team. In the experiment, a loud noise is heard via headphones. As a result, the test subjects experience a startle response, which is recorded with electrodes through the contraction of facial muscles. If a weaker stimulus is emitted beforehand as a “prepulse”, the startle response is lower. “The prepulse inhibition demonstrates an important function of the brain: Filters separate what is important from what is not important and prevent sensory overload,” says Dr. Petrovsky.

In our subjects, this filtering function of the brain was significantly reduced following a sleepless night. “There were pronounced attention deficits, such as what typically occurs in the case of schizophrenia,” reports Prof. Ettinger. “The unselected flood of information led to chaos in the brain.” Following sleep deprivation, the subjects also indicated in questionnaires that they were somewhat more sensitive to light, color or brightness. Accordingly, their sense of time and sense of smell were altered and mental leaps were reported. Many of those who spent the night even had the impression of being able to read thoughts or notice altered body perception. “We did not expect that the symptoms could be so pronounced after one night spent awake,” says the psychologist from the University of Bonn.

Sleep deprivation as a model system for mental illnesses

The scientists see an important potential application for their results in research for drugs to treat psychoses. “In drug development, mental disorders like these have been simulated to date in experiments using certain active substances. However, these convey the symptoms of psychoses in only a very limited manner,” says Prof. Ettinger. Sleep deprivation may be a much better model system because the subjective symptoms and the objectively measured filter disorder are far more akin to mental illnesses. Of course, the sleep deprivation model is not harmful: After a good night’s recovery sleep, the symptoms disappear. There is also a need for research with regard to persons who regularly have to work at night. “Whether the symptoms of sleep deprivation gradually become weaker due to acclimatization has yet to be investigated,” says the psychologist from the University of Bonn.

(Image: Getty)

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I commissioned the wonderful shootbadcabbies to draw me some teenlock star!John kisses, and it turned out more perfect than I could have imagined. Thank you so much! I am absolutely in love with it. I had to write a fic for it too. SBC is partially responsible for putting the AU in my head. Thanks again, dear! Hugs xx

Sherlock wasn’t sure when it had started. It had been going on for so long now it was as if it had always been a part of his life. Well, his dreams. The golden boy who shined as bright as a star visited him every night. Sherlock didn’t know where he’d come from or why he visited, but he knew the boy’s visits were too regular to be a recurring dream.
Once you’ve eliminated the possible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
He’d learned that while watching an episode of Star Trek with his brother one night. So, even if it seemed impossible, the star boy was real and, evidently, there to stay. Sherlock soon began to grow attached to the star boy and rather looked forward to his dreams. He and the boy had become good friends over the nights Sherlock dreamt of him. They would talk for hours about any subject. The star boy was remarkably bright (no pun intended) and was very eager to listen to Sherlock. He even educated him on a few subjects, and Sherlock remembered every last detail the boy said to him.
One night, Sherlock gave the boy a name: John. The two of them had a grand celebration that night, dancing and singing and Sherlock watched in awe as John made the stars dance and shine. Sherlock had woken feeling energized and happier than he had in quite some time. But lately he woke up empty and alone after his time with his John star.
'You're drifting,' John said. Sherlock blinked and looked over at the golden boy, a soft smile on his face.
'Sorry,' he apologised. 'My mind's a bit restless tonight.'
'Your mind is always restless,' John said with a laugh. 'What's on your mind tonight?'
'You,' Sherlock admitted, a soft blush dusting his cheeks. John laughed softly.
'You're always thinking about me.'
'This time is different.'
'Oh?' John smiled at Sherlock, his curiosity peaked. 'How so?'
'I…' Sherlock bit his lip, his blush deepening. 'I've been thinking about how much I like to spend time with you. How I sleep more than I ever used to. It's because I want to see you. All the time. I… We've grown close over the time we've spent together. I was thinking… I… It's stupid.' Sherlock turned away, hiding behind his curls.
'Hey.' John touched Sherlock's cheek, a touch of stardust left behind. 'Nothing you say could ever be stupid. You're brilliant.' Sherlock's blush reddened from John's praise. 'Tell me.'
'I can't,' Sherlock whispered.
'Why not?'
'It's embarrassing.'
John chuckled. ‘You humans and your embarrassment. It’s quite endearing.’
'Don't laugh at me,' Sherlock huffed. 'What I've got to say is personal.'
'OK.' John sat down and motioned for Sherlock to do the same. 'Go ahead and speak. I'm listening.'
Sherlock plopped down in front of John and stared down at his lap. He glanced up at John from beneath his lashes. He took a deep breath and began talking.
'I've been thinking about this for a while now,' he said softly. 'I… I've grown to appreciate your friendship and I enjoy all the time we've spent together, but…' He swallowed thickly before saying all at once, 'Ithinkweshouldtakeourrelatioshiptothenextlevel.'
John blinked. ‘What?’
'I think… I think we…' Sherlock huffed and scowled at John. 'I think we should take our relationship to the next level.'
'I don't understand.'
'What?' Sherlock blinked, confused. 'What don't you understand?'
'What's the next level of our relationship? Aren't we already best friends? Isn't that the highest we can go?'
Sherlock breathed out in relief, a small chuckle escaping him. ‘No, silly. Friendship is only the beginning. It can go a lot further than friendship.’
'Oh? How so?' John smirked softly, knowing exactly where Sherlock was going with his little speech.
Sherlock grinned. That was exactly the opening he’d been hoping for. ‘Like this.’ He crawled over to John until he was nearly sat in his lap. John stared at Sherlock, his eyes wide and his chest heaving. Sherlock pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss before he had time to over-think it. John gasped, his hands reaching out to grasp at the first thing he could find. It happened to be Sherlock’s thighs, his fingers leaving a trail of stardust on Sherlock’s pyjama bottoms. Sherlock hummed softly into the kiss before pulling away. Both boys’ chests were heaving, their lips slightly swollen from the kiss, and their eyes half-lidded.
'Wow,' John breathed out. 'That was… wow.'
'My sentiments exactly,' Sherlock whispered. 'Want to do it again?'
'Yes,' John breathed out, his chest still heaving. Sherlock chuckled and pressed their lips together again. John's hands tangled in Sherlock's curls, gold stardust sprinkling into his hair. Sherlock moaned softly, his arms draping over John's shoulders, and dared to lick across John's bottom lip. John giggled and pulled away.
'Sorry. That tickled.' They giggled over that for a bit before calming down, John's hands now resting back on Sherlock's legs.
'I want to show you something,' John said after a few minutes. 'Something special.'
'Okay.' Sherlock grinned at his John star. 'What is it?'
'Hold on tight, and close your eyes,' John instructed. 'It's a surprise.' Sherlock did as John said and felt a whoosh of air pass over them.
'What happened?' Sherlock asked.
'No peeking,' John said. 'We're almost there.' Sherlock nodded and squeezed his eyes shut tighter. He felt something soft touch his feet. He wriggled his toes and giggled when the soft fluff tickled him.
'Okay,' John said. 'Open your eyes.'
Sherlock opened his eyes to see the night sky, stars twinkling every which way. He gasped and stared at how beautiful it all looked. He looked down and saw what had been tickling his feet. A cloud. They were sitting on a cloud.
'Oh my god,' Sherlock whispered. 'This is amazing.'
'Thank you.' John flushed with pride. 'This is where I live when I'm not visiting you.'
'You live here?' Sherlock looked around the sky, a goofy smile on his face.
'Yes. I'm a star, as you know. This is where I stay when you're awake. I sit up here and watch over you as you go about your day.'
'So, you're like a guardian angel?'
'In a way. I guess I'm more of a star guardian. Only special people get one.'
'So, I'm special?' Sherlock's eyes lit up. 'The universe thinks I'm special?'
'Yes,' John said softly. 'Very special indeed. And only the people who come to be loved by stars are allowed to see their homes.'
Sherlock froze. ‘You love me?’ he asked, his voice a quiet whisper.
'Yes. I've loved you for a long time. I've loved you as a friend, and now I guess I get to love you as a romantic partner. Is that alright?'
'Yes!' Sherlock cried. 'Yes! It's perfectly alright!' He flung his arms over his John's shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss. John hummed and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist. Sherlock draped his legs over John's lap and pulled himself as close as he could. They had to break apart so Sherlock could breathe.
'I love you,' Sherlock said when he'd gotten his breath back. 'I love you so much.'
'And I love you, Sherlock,' John whispered. 'My special human boy.'
'My star,' Sherlock breathed out. 'My shining star.'
They sat there, kissing on the cloud until Sherlock had to wake up.
'Come with me,' he asked John. 'Please. I hate waking up without you there. Please come with me.'
'To Earth?' John asked. 'Are you sure? I won't be hated there?'
'No. My mum will be happy to see I've finally made a friend. She won't care where you came from or how you got in my room. Just please come with me.'
John mulled it over for a bit before nodding. ‘Okay,’ he whispered. ‘I’ll come with you.’ Sherlock pulled him in for a tight hug, a lovestruck smile on his face.
'Thank you,' he whispered. 'You have made me the happiest boy on Earth.'
'I'm glad I have. Now go. I'll follow you.'
Sherlock nodded and found himself slowly waking up. He quickly sat up when he remembered what John had said and frantically looked around for him. He wasn’t in his room. But John had said he’d come with him. Where had he gone?
A soft glow lit up the room, streaming in through Sherlock’s window. He shot out of bed and raced over to look outside. John was sat on the back lawn, rubbing a hand through his hair. Sherlock danced in place before rushing out to greet his star. He ran right over to him and they fell onto the grass, wet with fresh morning dew. They kissed passionately, John hugging Sherlock to him as they kissed.
'Good morning,' Sherlock said breathlessly when they pulled apart.
'Good morning,' John replied. He smiled at his silly human boy and ran a hand through his hair, sprinkles of stardust settling in it. Sherlock smiled down at his star, his heart beating wildly in his chest. John was on Earth, John was real, Sherlock was awake and John was real and John was with him. He kissed his star again, running his hands through his fluffy golden hair. They broke apart to breathe, their chests heaving.
'I love you,' Sherlock whispered.
'I love you, too,' John replied. The slowly got to their feet, a small pile of stardust left in the grass where John had been lying.
'You might want to be careful with that,' Sherlock said, pointing to the dust. 'Humans don't leave dust behind, and I don't want anyone to know about your true self. Just me.'
'Okay.' John waved his hand and the dust flew away on a gust of wind. His skin also had less of a glow to it afterward, though his hair was still a lovely golden blonde.
'Come on.' Sherlock took John's hand and squeezed. 'I want you to meet my mum.'
'Okay.' John grinned at Sherlock and gently ruffled his hair so the stardust fell out. 'Let's go.'

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I commissioned the wonderful shootbadcabbies to draw me some teenlock star!John kisses, and it turned out more perfect than I could have imagined. Thank you so much! I am absolutely in love with it. I had to write a fic for it too. SBC is partially responsible for putting the AU in my head. Thanks again, dear! Hugs xx

Sherlock wasn’t sure when it had started. It had been going on for so long now it was as if it had always been a part of his life. Well, his dreams. The golden boy who shined as bright as a star visited him every night. Sherlock didn’t know where he’d come from or why he visited, but he knew the boy’s visits were too regular to be a recurring dream.

Once you’ve eliminated the possible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

He’d learned that while watching an episode of Star Trek with his brother one night. So, even if it seemed impossible, the star boy was real and, evidently, there to stay. Sherlock soon began to grow attached to the star boy and rather looked forward to his dreams. He and the boy had become good friends over the nights Sherlock dreamt of him. They would talk for hours about any subject. The star boy was remarkably bright (no pun intended) and was very eager to listen to Sherlock. He even educated him on a few subjects, and Sherlock remembered every last detail the boy said to him.

One night, Sherlock gave the boy a name: John. The two of them had a grand celebration that night, dancing and singing and Sherlock watched in awe as John made the stars dance and shine. Sherlock had woken feeling energized and happier than he had in quite some time. But lately he woke up empty and alone after his time with his John star.

'You're drifting,' John said. Sherlock blinked and looked over at the golden boy, a soft smile on his face.

'Sorry,' he apologised. 'My mind's a bit restless tonight.'

'Your mind is always restless,' John said with a laugh. 'What's on your mind tonight?'

'You,' Sherlock admitted, a soft blush dusting his cheeks. John laughed softly.

'You're always thinking about me.'

'This time is different.'

'Oh?' John smiled at Sherlock, his curiosity peaked. 'How so?'

'I…' Sherlock bit his lip, his blush deepening. 'I've been thinking about how much I like to spend time with you. How I sleep more than I ever used to. It's because I want to see you. All the time. I… We've grown close over the time we've spent together. I was thinking… I… It's stupid.' Sherlock turned away, hiding behind his curls.

'Hey.' John touched Sherlock's cheek, a touch of stardust left behind. 'Nothing you say could ever be stupid. You're brilliant.' Sherlock's blush reddened from John's praise. 'Tell me.'

'I can't,' Sherlock whispered.

'Why not?'

'It's embarrassing.'

John chuckled. ‘You humans and your embarrassment. It’s quite endearing.’

'Don't laugh at me,' Sherlock huffed. 'What I've got to say is personal.'

'OK.' John sat down and motioned for Sherlock to do the same. 'Go ahead and speak. I'm listening.'

Sherlock plopped down in front of John and stared down at his lap. He glanced up at John from beneath his lashes. He took a deep breath and began talking.

'I've been thinking about this for a while now,' he said softly. 'I… I've grown to appreciate your friendship and I enjoy all the time we've spent together, but…' He swallowed thickly before saying all at once, 'Ithinkweshouldtakeourrelatioshiptothenextlevel.'

John blinked. ‘What?’

'I think… I think we…' Sherlock huffed and scowled at John. 'I think we should take our relationship to the next level.'

'I don't understand.'

'What?' Sherlock blinked, confused. 'What don't you understand?'

'What's the next level of our relationship? Aren't we already best friends? Isn't that the highest we can go?'

Sherlock breathed out in relief, a small chuckle escaping him. ‘No, silly. Friendship is only the beginning. It can go a lot further than friendship.’

'Oh? How so?' John smirked softly, knowing exactly where Sherlock was going with his little speech.

Sherlock grinned. That was exactly the opening he’d been hoping for. ‘Like this.’ He crawled over to John until he was nearly sat in his lap. John stared at Sherlock, his eyes wide and his chest heaving. Sherlock pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss before he had time to over-think it. John gasped, his hands reaching out to grasp at the first thing he could find. It happened to be Sherlock’s thighs, his fingers leaving a trail of stardust on Sherlock’s pyjama bottoms. Sherlock hummed softly into the kiss before pulling away. Both boys’ chests were heaving, their lips slightly swollen from the kiss, and their eyes half-lidded.

'Wow,' John breathed out. 'That was… wow.'

'My sentiments exactly,' Sherlock whispered. 'Want to do it again?'

'Yes,' John breathed out, his chest still heaving. Sherlock chuckled and pressed their lips together again. John's hands tangled in Sherlock's curls, gold stardust sprinkling into his hair. Sherlock moaned softly, his arms draping over John's shoulders, and dared to lick across John's bottom lip. John giggled and pulled away.

'Sorry. That tickled.' They giggled over that for a bit before calming down, John's hands now resting back on Sherlock's legs.

'I want to show you something,' John said after a few minutes. 'Something special.'

'Okay.' Sherlock grinned at his John star. 'What is it?'

'Hold on tight, and close your eyes,' John instructed. 'It's a surprise.' Sherlock did as John said and felt a whoosh of air pass over them.

'What happened?' Sherlock asked.

'No peeking,' John said. 'We're almost there.' Sherlock nodded and squeezed his eyes shut tighter. He felt something soft touch his feet. He wriggled his toes and giggled when the soft fluff tickled him.

'Okay,' John said. 'Open your eyes.'

Sherlock opened his eyes to see the night sky, stars twinkling every which way. He gasped and stared at how beautiful it all looked. He looked down and saw what had been tickling his feet. A cloud. They were sitting on a cloud.

'Oh my god,' Sherlock whispered. 'This is amazing.'

'Thank you.' John flushed with pride. 'This is where I live when I'm not visiting you.'

'You live here?' Sherlock looked around the sky, a goofy smile on his face.

'Yes. I'm a star, as you know. This is where I stay when you're awake. I sit up here and watch over you as you go about your day.'

'So, you're like a guardian angel?'

'In a way. I guess I'm more of a star guardian. Only special people get one.'

'So, I'm special?' Sherlock's eyes lit up. 'The universe thinks I'm special?'

'Yes,' John said softly. 'Very special indeed. And only the people who come to be loved by stars are allowed to see their homes.'

Sherlock froze. ‘You love me?’ he asked, his voice a quiet whisper.

'Yes. I've loved you for a long time. I've loved you as a friend, and now I guess I get to love you as a romantic partner. Is that alright?'

'Yes!' Sherlock cried. 'Yes! It's perfectly alright!' He flung his arms over his John's shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss. John hummed and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist. Sherlock draped his legs over John's lap and pulled himself as close as he could. They had to break apart so Sherlock could breathe.

'I love you,' Sherlock said when he'd gotten his breath back. 'I love you so much.'

'And I love you, Sherlock,' John whispered. 'My special human boy.'

'My star,' Sherlock breathed out. 'My shining star.'

They sat there, kissing on the cloud until Sherlock had to wake up.

'Come with me,' he asked John. 'Please. I hate waking up without you there. Please come with me.'

'To Earth?' John asked. 'Are you sure? I won't be hated there?'

'No. My mum will be happy to see I've finally made a friend. She won't care where you came from or how you got in my room. Just please come with me.'

John mulled it over for a bit before nodding. ‘Okay,’ he whispered. ‘I’ll come with you.’ Sherlock pulled him in for a tight hug, a lovestruck smile on his face.

'Thank you,' he whispered. 'You have made me the happiest boy on Earth.'

'I'm glad I have. Now go. I'll follow you.'

Sherlock nodded and found himself slowly waking up. He quickly sat up when he remembered what John had said and frantically looked around for him. He wasn’t in his room. But John had said he’d come with him. Where had he gone?

A soft glow lit up the room, streaming in through Sherlock’s window. He shot out of bed and raced over to look outside. John was sat on the back lawn, rubbing a hand through his hair. Sherlock danced in place before rushing out to greet his star. He ran right over to him and they fell onto the grass, wet with fresh morning dew. They kissed passionately, John hugging Sherlock to him as they kissed.

'Good morning,' Sherlock said breathlessly when they pulled apart.

'Good morning,' John replied. He smiled at his silly human boy and ran a hand through his hair, sprinkles of stardust settling in it. Sherlock smiled down at his star, his heart beating wildly in his chest. John was on Earth, John was real, Sherlock was awake and John was real and John was with him. He kissed his star again, running his hands through his fluffy golden hair. They broke apart to breathe, their chests heaving.

'I love you,' Sherlock whispered.

'I love you, too,' John replied. The slowly got to their feet, a small pile of stardust left in the grass where John had been lying.

'You might want to be careful with that,' Sherlock said, pointing to the dust. 'Humans don't leave dust behind, and I don't want anyone to know about your true self. Just me.'

'Okay.' John waved his hand and the dust flew away on a gust of wind. His skin also had less of a glow to it afterward, though his hair was still a lovely golden blonde.

'Come on.' Sherlock took John's hand and squeezed. 'I want you to meet my mum.'

'Okay.' John grinned at Sherlock and gently ruffled his hair so the stardust fell out. 'Let's go.'

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