(A/N I changed stuff a lot, the headcanon ages are COMPLETELY different than the ones from the original dA release! All the characters share the same birthdays with the actors they're played by of course since I'm lazy. Ooh, Age for Mummy Holmes is 62~! I should really stop talking. Forever. Originally started roleplaying with Alyssa somewhere in the middle of this first chapter, here.)
It was the morning March 14 2012. Sherlock revealed he was alive approximately 31 days before. Molly suggested it as "The Fans' Valentine" instead of coming back in another 3 years. Things had only just been settled again, John completely forgiving him just a week ago.
The Flat was quiet to John, almost too quiet to be a normal day. Something must have been going on. He walked downstairs from his room to find Sherlock, completely still on the couch like any normal day, but his flicked eyes had shown a frozen, lifeless expression. Something was definitely wrong.
"Sherlock?" He replied with a slight almost inaudible sound, "mmhmm?"
"You don't seem like yourself today."
He sits up, staring blankly into space, focusing on his own thoughts rather than what he was seeing, and calmly said: "Dad died last night in a car accident." like it was no big deal or anything. "What? That's horrible!"
"Yes, I had my moment earlier this morning." John had felt an unpleasant feeling that was unsettled in the room. Sherlock never talked about his family other than when his brother would barge in or get in the way with cases. Only the very occasional mentions of his mother, other than that, John has only seen pictures. "Mother was devastated."
John was holding his morning coffee so he set it down for the moment. "Well is she going to stay somewhere for a while? With Mycroft or something?"
He clasped his hands together, resting his chin on them. "That's the situation. She visits him at least every couple months. And she decided to stay here instead because she doesn't see me that much."
"She has every right to! You've been buried in cases for two weeks and you just got them all finished. When's she coming over?"
"Tomorrow. She's been living in America for three years now. She got on the plane..." Sherlock paused to turn on his phone and check the time, "20 minutes ago."
John then tried changing the subject. "You know Sherlock, I've never heard anything about your family until now." He simply looked up in reply, "I'm a sociopath. There's no other reason except that I just wasn't a clingy child. Besides, London in the 80s; What more is there to explain?" Sherlock had looked away again, a slightly worried expression. Actually, it was a poker face. But John had known him too long to not notice.
"Well, I for one can't stand to see you in any appositive state, so it's kind of obvious that you love your family, right?"
He turned his head to him, looking him straight in the eye for a moment before talking again. "Love is a dull word, I would rather say 'appreciate', but yes."
"Ok. Your words, not mine. But nevertheless, family is always there...and I guess-"
"You guess that since you're the only one I could ever call "friend" that I would consider you family? Then yes, even with as normal as you are, I would definitely agree after everything we've seen." John was shocked, actually. He almost never saw him have any sentimental-like feelings at all on any levels. He didn't know what to say, even. "Wait, ...Really?"
"Yes!"
John pauses, "...Uh, Thank you...Sherlock."
As if anything could get more out of the ordinary.
