For Simone for being a beautiful genius and coming up with this idea.

Dr. John Watson opened the door of 221 Baker Street after a rather long evening stroll. He took a stroll everyday since what happened to Sherlock. That was around six months ago. It had been a long six months indeed. He, without a doubt, missed his friend dearly. He loved him almost, maybe he did. John's thoughts confused him when ever he tried to pinpoint his and Sherlock's relationship.

John walked up the stairs his head down. Like it always was. He walked into the kitchen, set his keys on the table. He proceeded to turn on the kettle and then walked to sit in his, which formally was Sherlock's, chair. He looked up about four feet from it to see the one person he never thought he would ever see again sitting in it. Just like he always use to. His face in the normal position, his hands by his mouth like he was thinking.

"Sherlock?" John whispered. That was all he could manage. He was starstruck at the moment. His best friend, his dead best friend at that, was in his livingroom.

Sherlock stood up silently and swiftly. His hair unruly as always. He looked a lot more tired though. But other than that, the same.

The two men just stared at each other for thirty long seconds before Sherlock said anything. It wasn't much about what he said but more of what he did after that.

"John." he said in a quiet tone.

Then he took a big step forward and grabbed the back of John's neck and hauled him in for a kiss.

Suddenly Sherlock felt unsure about himself, it was a feeling he didn't quite like. Did John feel the same way? He pulled back hastily and felt instant embarrassment, another emotion he didn't prefer either.

John blinked twice and pulled Sherlock down by the lapels of his jacket to give him a right good snog. Sherlock smiled and wrapped his long arms around John tightly pulling themselves closer.

"hello boys!" Mrs. Hudson said cheerily not quite realizing what they were doing. Her face widened when she did though. "oh dear!" she tisked at them.

Her presence scared them to the point that even Sherlock jumped at her voice. The two lip connected men fell backwards into the chair, resulting in it falling over and for John to go flying farther than Sherlock, right into the side table.

The small wooden table fell onto John, knocking the phone book, the telephone and a kleenex box towards Sherlock.

"Just remember," Mrs. Hudson continued cheekily. "I'm your landlady not your housekeeper and there is no way I am cleaning up that mess."

She puffed out her chest with pride and walked back downstairs without a sound with the exception of the squeaky stair at the top.

Sherlock looked at John. While John looked at Sherlock. The two similtainiously bursted out in outrageous laughter at the entire situation that they were in.

They settled down and John looked at Sherlock for a moment.

"Welcome home, Sherlock." He said

"It is good to be back, John." Sherlock replied.