Playing God.
"I maybe on the side of the angels,but don't think for one second I am one of them."
He couldn't quite believe his eyes,was he dreaming,was his eyes decieving him or was Sherlock Holmes a man,a friend he pressumed to be dead was standing in the doorway?
John Watson stood there silently for a moment and then blurted it out.
"You tosser,you absolute tosser,for months,months I mourned your death and then you do this?" Miracles really do come true,he thought to himself.
Sherlock stood upright removing his coat as he stood outside the front door of 221b Baker street his old home "are you going to let me in?"
This was so bloody typical of him, fake his own suicide and just reappear like nothing had happened, frustrated John Watson swung the door open freely just walking away to inform Mrs Hudson that he was infact alive.
"You've redecorated" he observed the cheap paint and the basic decor it certainly wasnt to his taste. "Bit bland isn't it,bit boring." he let out a small sigh.
John returned clearly unimpressed at the way he was acting, infact he was angry and happy to have him back "so thats it then, your not going to say anything?"
"about what?"
John folded his arms giving him a baffled expression" you died sherlock,do you remember,I had to watch as you-" he gritted his teeth looking down,not particularly wanting to relive it again. "Just tell me how,where you've been for the past 6 months."
Sherlock gave him that look, the yes I acknowledge your pain but refuse to show any back look " does it really matter, I'm here."he turned his attention to the door and frowned sensing someone coming,"it's not safe for me here,but I thought you should know."
John was about to speak up when Mrs Hudson came storming through the door.
Smacking him hard across the face she shrieked with rage"oh you stupid horrible man for putting us through that, how could you?" she became hysterical,hitting him again and then hugged him. "Don't you dare do that to us again,you hear me?"
Sherlock removed himself from his landlady and smiled the one little bit of emotion that he could share "I missed you too... I have to go,dont come looking for me."
John confused as usual went to go after him"whats going on?" he asked panicked.
"I'll explain soon,just do as I ask, please,can you do that?"
John simply nodded, he clearly wasn't happy about this,he had only just learnt that his friend was alive and now he was taking off again,but then that was typical Sherlock.
"oh that bloody man will be the death of me one day"she patted John on the shoulder "i'll go make us a cuppa"she dissapeared leaving John speechless in the hallway.
Sherlock holmes,consulting detective, or maybe that wasn't his true title anymore since he was accused of being a fraud strolled slowly down the street past the cafe,he put his coat on and tipped the collar up putting his head down,slipping his hands in his pockets making his way to a rather expensive looking car, he stopped looking up slightly as the tinted window came down.
"were you followed?" the voice a woman spoke.
Sherlock rubbed his lips,simply nodding "no,it's done he knows now, now shall we continue with business?"
She laughed mockinly "oh I can certainly imagine how that went,yes I think time for playing games is over Mr Holmes,ditch the pet and work for me remember if it wasnt for me you would be a nice rotting corpse in the ground, and where would the fun in that be?"
Sherlock cleared his throat looking around him, it certainly wasn't like him to be paranoid,but infact he was still under the illusion that he was being hunted. "I can assure you Ms Adler he can be very useful to us,besides,he deserves to know the truth."
"All in good time my dear,now get in,we have work to do."
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