Hey guys! So after the most recent amazing wonderful epic *cough* sorry. Anyway, after the debut of season 3 Sherlock, I just had to write a short, lovely one-shot in honor of that episode. Sorry if it sucks XD. SPOILERS

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I'm sorry

John sipped at his tea, frowning slightly. He glanced up from his drink to see Sherlock reading the newspaper. It was like nothing had happened.

I'm sorry

But something had happened. Sherlock had died. In front of John, he had ceased to exist. He had left a great big hole in his wake, and then he decided, after two whole years, to just waltz back into John's life. It was so …Sherlock of him.

I'm sorry

Sherlock had apologized. That had been unexpected. And of course, John had forgiven him. Sherlock was his best friend. Yet, there was still the fact Sherlock had been dead. For two years. It haunted him.

I'm sorry

Had Sherlock meant it? That he was sorry? Or had it all been a game? A wonderful game filled with deceit and death, just how Sherlock liked it. John knew that Sherlock had enjoyed at least some part of the last two years, and even when they had been about to die, there had been that light in Sherlock's eyes, the light in them that came when he was excited.

I'm sorry

When he had said that, at least at first, it had seemed forced, as though it had been expected of him and he needed to say it only as a means to achieve John's forgiveness. However, the last time he had said those words …

I'm sorry

There had been sincerity in his eyes that John had never seen. A hidden anguish, that led John to believe that perhaps, just maybe, Sherlock was human after all.

"Shut up."

"Sorry, what?" John blinked in surprise.

"I said shut up. You're thinking too loudly. It's irritating me." Sherlock responded, idly turning a page of the paper.

I'm sorry

"Did you mean it?" John asked suddenly.

"Mean what?"

"That you were sorry." Sherlock paused at this; his eyes flicking to John's then back down again.

"Don't be stupid."

John rolled his eyes and shifted to become more comfortable in his chair.

"Of course I meant it." John choked slightly on his tea. "What did you say?"

"I said I meant it. I meant I was sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry I put you through that, and I am sorry I couldn't contact you sooner." Sherlock spoke rapidly, as though he wanted the words to be gone from him as soon as possible.

John stared at him, vaguely aware his mouth was open and he probably vaguely resembled a fish.

"Oh god I can practically see the cogs working in your tiny little head. I'll leave you too it then," Sherlock stood abruptly from his chair, tossing the newspaper onto the coffee table and striding towards his room.

"Sherlock!" John stood and turned. Sherlock paused at the door frame to his room, waiting for him to speak.

"Welcome back." John said. Sherlock said nothing as he took another step and began to close his door. But as he did, John could have sword he saw a smile.

Of course I forgive you

THE END! Please review, I hope you liked it!