DISCLIAMER: I don't own the characters in the story, this is fan written, etc.
He's back
"Why?" Watson's blood was boiling. He had believed Sherlock had been dead for two years, only to be reunited with the smug look that he had been so used to before when living in 221b with the famous mastermind. Anger and hatred burned through his veins, but he also felt relief and even love knowing that his friend was back, safe and sound.
"What are you rambling on about Watson? I'm back! Aren't you pleased to see me?" A huge grin spread across the detectives face.
"Two years. It's been two years Sherlock. You could have called. A simple message. One word. Just to let me know you were alive."
"But what would have been the fun in that?" His grin grew larger, accompanied by a raised eyebrow.
"You think this is a joke?" Watson was in disbelief. Fun? How could he talk about 'fun' at a time like this? "I thought you were dead! DEAD! I saw your body in the street! My best friend dead! And you know what? It tore me apart Sherlock! I thought I had lost you! But no, you come waltzing back in here as if the last two years never happened. As if I didn't morn for you. As if we had just come back from a crime scene or the fish and chip shop. I had to move on Sherlock! You weren't there anymore! I had to except the fact that you had gone and that was that. Do you know how hard that was? Can you understand such a simple emotion in that brilliant brain of yours? No. Otherwise you would have told me where you were. That you were alive. And that you were coming back."
Sherlock staggered backwards in shock. He had expected his friend to be thrilled at seeing him after so long, but he was greeted with this. "I thought you would have been pleased to see me Watson?"
"I don't know what to make of this right now." He let out a large sigh. "I need sometime to take this in. Go now. Leave."
"But Watson..."
"I said leave!" He turned his back on his friend and went to stand by the window. But Sherlock was to fast. He caught John's hand and pulled him into a warm embrace, his head resting by John's ear.
"I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't put you in any kind of danger. No more than you were already in. I missed you John. More than you can imagine."
John felt his vision become foggy and he realised he was crying. He pulled Sherlock tighter to his body, and pushed his head into the collar of his coat. That familiar smell comforted him, reminded him of old times and he was able to let out a small whisper.
"I missed you too."
I hope you liked my first attempt at Sherlock ff, I enjoyed writing this short bit. Let me know if you want me to write anymore or continue this one on and reviews are always welcome! Vplace x