This is a fanfiction based closely on an RP I am doing with AmberWolfpaw. I am Sherlock, she's John. I hope you enjoy!
I miss you
SH
John?
SH
I don't know who you are or how you got a hold of his phone, but please, just stop.
JW
John, it's me... It's Sherlock. I promise.
SH
Prove it.
JW
Buckingham Palace, when I wasn't wearing pants, you asked if we were there to see The Queen, then Mycroft entered, I said apparently yes.
SH
Sherlock... You're not... How?
JW
Molly helped... John, I didn't want to leave, but I had to protect Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade, his name is Greg 0_0, did you know that, but, more importantly, I had to protect you, John, Moriarty was going to kill you... I couldn't have lived with myself knowing I could have prevented your death, and didn't.
SH
Yes, I knew his name was Greg and why didn't you tell me this before you jumped! God, Sherlock, do you know what I've been through? I watched my best friend, supposedly, die! I saw you lying there on the sidewalk! I buried you, Sherlock!
JW
You buried Moriarty, wait, I'm your best friend? I couldn't tell you because... Because I was afraid you wouldn't have understood... I have had Mycroft keeping an eye on you, you haven't been replying to his texts... I went to you after the one you did reply to... When I saw you crying... I am so, so sorry, John, I am so sorry, but I had to protect you... I couldn't let you die. John, I am so sorry, please, please forgive me.
SH
Why didn't you tell me you were alive...
JW
I had to make sure that all of Moriarty's ties were cut...
SH
Yes, you're my best friend! God, Sherlock... I don't know whether to strangle you or hug you right now...
JW
Wait – you saw me crying? When? Have you been watching me?
JW
Yes, I saw you crying. It was almost six months ago, you looked so heartbroken, and, truth be told... I cried with you... Yes, I have been watching you, making sure you were safe, I walked you to work, sort of. I was behind you, making sure you didn't anything stupid.
As for the strangling or hugging, you can decide on your way downstairs...
SH
You're downstairs?
JW
Yes, now let me in.
SH
I heard a clatter and then pounding footsteps from inside the flat, suddenly feeling like this was a dream, that I hadn't finished cutting off Moriarty. I was suddenly faced with the door being thrown open and a smiling John, "Hello." He said shortly, it appeared he was fighting back tears.
"Hello." I replied, my voice soft, as I was also trying to hold back tears, but failing miserably. I stood on the front steps, tears rolling down my face as John fought an inner battle with himself. Suddenly, he closed his eyes and held out his arms, "Come here."
Slowly, and carefully, I wrapped my arms around him, around my John, around the only man I trust, as soon as our embrace was completed my knees went weak, and I broke, sobbing, heart-wrenching, body convulsing sobs. I hadn't cried that hard since the night I watched him cry. I reveled in the familiar scent, and presence, allowing it to wash over me, allowing it to drown me.
Soon, I felt tears begin to soak my shoulder, "Welcome home, you idiot." He said, and I could feel his smile against my shirt.
"Thank you, can we stop crying on the front steps, please?" I muttered, and pushed him inside, closing the door with a resounding click. The moment I heard the click, I was clinging to him again, holding onto him as though he was the only thing keeping me afloat in the sea, the sea of my tears, my tears from having to leave him, tears from fear of what he would do, if he would welcome me back, *tears that were unnecessary, now*, fear he would be too angry to speak to me, and tears from happiness. As I cried, my hands clawed at his back and my knees decided they were no longer going to support me. Looking up at him, I asked if we could go upstairs and lie down, as I wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep in the safety of his strong arms.
He slowly nodded and helped me up, making sure to keep a hand on me as we walked, probably too afraid I would disappear.
We got to my old bedroom and laid down, his arms around me and me curled up into his side. I felt another wave of tears roll in, and cried into his jumper, burying my face deep into his chest. I squeezed his waist with one hand and clutched at his jumper with the other.
He had one arm wrapped around my waist and one on the back of my head, both in an effort to protect me, "Promise you'll never do that again, okay? Promise you'll never die." he murmured into my soft black curls.
"I can't promise I'll never die, but I can promise that when I do, it won't be planned." I managed to get through sobs. I turned my face up to place it in the spot where his shoulder met his neck and burrowed it there, his cologne invading my nose, reminding me that I was actually here, and he was safe again. I smiled to myself through the never ending tears.
"Good." He murmured, nuzzling into me, trying to get as close to me as physically possible, "Good." He repeated in a whisper. "I murph mru..." His words unintelligible, as he drifted off to sleep.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed. We'll both update around the same time, so no sneak peaks for you people!