"Ho-How are you even here Sherlock? I saw you fall, dead on the ground on the worst day of my life!" John screamed at his companion, a year to this day Sherlock Holmes had supposedly committed suicide and John had to watch in pure fear as he fell to this 'death'.

"Just one more miracle John, remember?"

"You were watching me in the graveyard?" John ran a hair through his short, blonde hair, trying to come to terms with the man in front of him. Suddenly gun shots could be heard from afar, John using his instinct backed up against the nearest wall and so did Sherlock, putting them both in quite an awkward position.

"Yes John I was, I couldn't just not keep tabs on you. I saw you mourn, I saw your tears and I just watched because that was the only thing I could have done, don't you understand that?!" Sherlock growled to him under his breath, checking afterwards to see if anyone was coming that way. John just glared at him, their faces centimetres from one another.

"You could have said something; I don't know maybe a text, email? Letter, god damnit Sherlock it's been a year!" John whispered angrily in response, his cheeks a bright red because of close contact which Sherlock noticed immediately.

"And I apologise for that! Don't you think it was hard for me to, watching the man I lo," Sherlock cut himself off; John knew exactly what Sherlock was going to say. "My best friend, go through so much pain!" Sherlock corrected himself and looked away from John, unable to look at him.

"No no no Sherlock that was not what you were going to say! Say it… please?" John scanned his face, it was stone cold but only his eyes showed the emotion that was uncontrollable. Sherlock turned to look at John and the kind smile on John's face melted him, he had to say it now.

"I was going to say: The man I…" Sherlock paused when another gunshot went off, flinching while John stayed exactly where he was, his eyes following Sherlock's every move. "The man I love." John's eyes widened when he actually said it, he didn't expect Sherlock to admit his feelings right now but, he did ask him to tell him. A frown formed itself on Sherlock's face, he looked straight at John. "I know I know, you're not gay! I get it so don't pull that stupid pouting, sympathetic face on me!" John laughed a little; well it was more like a giggle.

"Sherlock…" Sherlock looked straight at John, anger flashing in his eyes because of John's giggling. "I'm not gay… I'm well, I'm bisexual." John shrugged helplessly, starting to snort laugh a little. Sherlock laughed, backing away from John and leaning over so he could laugh easier.

"Bisexual…! Arhhh why didn't I realise that?!" Sherlock and John couldn't stop laughing.

"Because you didn't think it was possible, and yeah, I well…. Yeah I love you too Sherlock." Sherlock suddenly stopped laughing in pure shock, he thought he had to have heard him wrong, John was bisexual yes but he would never fall for a sociopath that he had just seen again in a year.

"What?" John sighed, spinning around in nerves to say it again.

"I said I love you too, Sherlock." John shrugged again, unable to keep a smile away from his face. Sherlock laughed giddily and walked over to John, a huge grin on his face obviously unable to believe his ears. "And Sherlock if you are going to um, kiss me, then go ahead!" Sherlock laughed and walked over to John, crashing his lips against his and cupping his face in his hands. He could feel John smile against his lips and he placed his hands carefully over Sherlock's, pushing himself slightly closer to him. After a few seconds they broke, Sherlock leaning his forehead against John's with a small smile pulling at his lips.

"Let's go." He grabbed John's hand and started to run with him, both laughing lightly.

"People are going to talk!"

"Let them!"