Hey guys. I've wanted to do a Sherlock fanfic for a while now, but I've never had here ya go!
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Three years
John Watson was standing in the small supermarket when his phone chirped. He pulled it out and gasped lightly. The text read '221b Baker street come at once if convenient –SH'. The text was from Sherlock. But it couldn't be, John thought. Sherlock had jumped off of St. Barts hospital three years ago. But here it was. It had to be Mycroft, John thought. So he texted back saying, 'Really Mycroft! You don't even know how mad this makes me! –JW'. He started paying for the groceries when he got a text back. It came with a picture. The picture was of a raggedy, dirty and tired-looking Sherlock. The text said, 'It's really me John –SH' John sighed and finished paying before taking a cab back to Baker street.
John stepped out of the cab and grabbed the groceries before walking inside slowly. He stepped into the flat to find Sherlock playing the violin. He suddenly stopped playing and stared at John. Sherlock stood up and ran over, enveloping John into a hug. John dropped the groceries and pushed Sherlock away. He was so angry at Sherlock that he punched him. Sherlock fell back and landed in a chair. John stepped forward and said this, with tears streaming down his cheeks, "No Sherlock. After three years you can't just pop up out of nowhere. You've put me through three years of torture. The day you jumped I came back to the flat and put your clothes on. I lied in your bed and wept for weeks. I would try and play violin. I wore your clothes and put nicotine patches on my arms. Sarah had to come over and bother me until I would eat. I don't know why you would leave me Sherlock. I know that Moriarity was after us. I know that he wanted to kill us. But what you did was worse than anything Moriarity has ever done."
John stood there for a while just staring at Sherlock. Miss Hudson had overheard what John said and opened the door and stepped in, seeing Sherlock. "Sherlock! Where have you been?" She said. "Get out Miss Hudson!" John yelled. Miss Hudson squealed and ran out of the room, closing the door behind her. Sherlock finally stood up and said quietly but got louder until he was speaking in a normal tone. "John. You don't know how much I wanted to come back. I knew that Jim was going to try and kill me. I knew I was going to fall. Only two people know how I faked it besides me. Molly and Mycroft. I asked Jim for a second and looked down. The people below were ready for me to jump; they played as random pedestrians though. The man sitting on the bench reading the newspaper was really a corpse from Bart's morgue. Jim shot himself and the time was ticking until the snipers would shoot you John. After the signal I jumped into a truck full of garbage trucks as it drove by. I had it arranged so that Mycroft would drive by and I would jump into it. Then I landed in the garbage truck. The man on the bench fell onto the ground and he was disguised to look like me. I knew you'd run at me John, so I had you hit by a biker to daze you. You wouldn't be able to recognize that wasn't my body if you weren't fully stable. Quickly I was rushed inside before you could do anything other than check my pulse. To the world I was dead. I waited three years. I was killing off my assassins that were after us. But now there is no one left. I jumped to save you John."
John was standing there crying like a blubbering idiot. Sherlock walked over and hugged him tightly. This time he welcomed the other man's embrace. John had missed Sherlock so much. They stood there and hugged while John cried into Sherlock's shoulder. John looked up at Sherlock and whispered "I love you" before kissing Sherlock sweetly. Sherlock barely had time to think about what to do before he was kissing John back. They stood there and cried and kissed each other. John felt like he was finally peaceful again.
End of chapter 1! Do you guys think that I should go on or keep this a one shot? Please follow me and review my story.