Authors Note: So, this is my first time in years writing any sort of fan fiction. I'm not great with grammar or spelling, but i try my best and if you see any mistakes let me know. :) I also wouldn't mind any constructive criticism. Thank you and enjoy.
Sherlock sat on a plain stool in the middle of what could be called a living room. He had been staying in a small building, If you could call it a building, more like a shack. Then again, one doesn't need much space when laying low. He didn't have long though, before he could come out and prove to the world that Moriarty was real, and that he was no fraud. He tossed and old newspaper of to the side, the title announcing his apparent suicide. Soon he wouldn't be alone anymore. Alone. So strange how he felt the need for human companionship, for his friends. Friends he hadn't seen in almost 2 years now. He smiled a little when he thought of them. How John alone had changed him more than he had realized until that day on the roof. Would he have sacrificed himself for anyone else before John had come along? No. He had never cared about anyone enough, At least he never realized it.
Some Time Later
"What do you mean you rented out my apartment to someone else?" Sherlock said in an irritated tone. He had been back for less than a day and he was ready to head upstairs to 221B, after scaring Mrs. Hudson half to death. She stopped him after he was about to leap up the stairs, saying in a soft tone that she had rented it out already. "John, how could you let this happen?! My experiments! My Equipment!" He shook his head in frustration. "Well you couldn't expect us to keep it all, and you know very well couldn't afford it on my own." John piped in. "We thought you were dead, Sherlock. We didn't think you would need it then." John rubbed his forehead as Mrs. Hudson said something about almost having a heart attack he gave her a fright so bad. "Oh, your heart if fine!" Sherlock almost snarled. He then lit up with an idea and turned to go up the stairs. "Now what!" John called after him. "Don't you bother my new tenant Mister Holmes!" Mrs. Hudson shouted as she followed. "I wouldn't dream of it." he smirked briefly, "I just want to say hello." he said before knocking twice on the door, before placing both hands clasped together behind his back.