We're Out Of Milk

By Mistreated and Forgotten

Summary: Just a little post The Reichenbach Fall Valentine's Day one-shot. Sherlock/John.

Spoilers: The Reichenbach fall.

Pairings: Sherlock/John.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock and sadly never will. Even if I did there is no way that it would be as good as what Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss have done.

A/N: This year I vowed to not write any form of Valentine's Day story but this one begged to be written. Also this is my first Sherlock story so reviews would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy :)

-SHERLOCK-

The alarm on the bedside table blared its obnoxious beep, beep, beep into the still morning air. John's hand slammed down on the alarm clock effectively ending the annoying sound. It was the morning of Valentine's Day 2012 and the blonde headed doctor was not too keen to leave the warm confines of his bed. His reason for getting up in the morning gone. He had seen Sherlock Holmes jump off that roof and now John just wanted him back.

John groaned a he threw the covers off an rolled out of bed. Walking around the bed and out the door John stumbled towards the kitchen in need of a morning cup of tea. "Bugger," cursed John upon remembering that he'd run out of milk the night before. Despite this he still turned to the fridge hoping that for some reason there was milk in the fridge.

To his surprise there was a fresh carton of milk sitting on the shelf, a note attached.

Happy Valentine's Day John

There was no name but John didn't need a name to know who had written the note. He instantly recognised the hand writing to that if his best friend. His everything. Sherlock Holmes.

"It can't be, you're dead."

"It was not me who jumped off that roof, John, it was in fact a look alike. It was what I had to do to keep you safe."

"I'm afraid that I don't believe that you're really here."

"Believe me, I'm real."

"I missed you, Sherlock."

"I missed you too."