A/N: So, everyone is always making really sad and angsty versions of what would happen when Sherlock told John that he was alive. I decided to say 'Screw that' and make it funny. I hope it makes ya'll smile a little bit.
Sherlock was having mixed feelings about going back to 22B Baker Street and telling John that he was in fact alive. He was excited to see John again but also nervous to find out how John would react. Sherlock expected at least one punch to the nose, and lots and lots of yelling.
Sherlock had decided to pick up a coffee and John's favorite dessert on the way to the flat with hope that it could possibly lighten John's mood and make him go a little easier on him. Sherlock hoped it would help, even though he knew it wouldn't.
Sherlock made his to 22B Baker Street. He opened the door and started up the stairs toward the living room. He stopped short, hearing the faint sound of music coming from the living room. Sherlock cocked his head to the side, trying to listen closely to the music. He tired to remember the name of the song, and when he did he looked up the stairs, confused. It was Old Time Rock 'n Roll by Bob Seger. John wasn't a big rock and roll fan, and he knew Mrs. Hudson didn't like very loud music either. Sherlock climbed the stairs, curious as to who was playing the music.
John was in the living room, wearing a white button down T-Shirt and white socks. As far as Sherlock could see he wasn't wearing anything else He also had a spoon in his hand and was using it as if it was a microphone. John was mouthing the words to the song and jumping around enthusiastically. Sherlock stared at John as he slid around the floor in his socks and jumping on the couches.
Sherlock's lips broke into a smile, and before he could stop himself he burst out laughing. John stopped short, his back facing Sherlock. Sherlock continued to laugh as John turned around to face him. Sherlock was almost falling to the floor with his laughter, while John was standing there, staring at him.
Sherlock finally calmed down and stood up straight. He sent John a small smile and extended the hand that held John's coffee toward John. John stared at Sherlock for a moment.
"If you promise to never speak of what just happened again, I'll try to forget what hell you put me through." John said with a small smirk.
Sherlock extended his other hand that had John's dessert in it and smiled. "Deal."
