"You should have said something but no instead I mourned your death for three years, three blOODY YEARS SHERLOCK YOU WERE GONE!" John repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time. Sherlock had been back from the dead for three hours, and after the first hour of shock they had started arguing, and were still going….two hours later.
"I've already explained why I had to go John, you would have DIED had I not, Ism finding it tedious that your idiotic brain won't except that. Now shut up I need to go to my mind palace"
"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO SHUT UP SHERLOCK AND DON'T YOU DARE IGNORE MY IN FAVOUR OF YOUR MIND PALACE BECAUSE WE ARE NOT DONE"
"Dull"
"I COULD OF HELPED YOU TAKE DOWN MORIARTY'S WEB! I COULD OF BEEN THERE, INSTEAD I WAS here, wasting away, wishing for hours on end that I could of saved you" John's voice grew quieter as rage was overtook by pure sadness, that was until Sherlock opened his mouth again anyway.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid. You don't get it do you…YOU WOULD OF DIED BUT NO YOU AND YOUR STUPID HEROISM DOESN'T CARE ABOUT THAT BECAUSE YOU'RE AN IDIOT."
"ME AN IDIOT, AT LEAST I KNOW HOW TO LOOK AFTER MYSELF, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE NOT EATEN OR SLEPT IN MONTHS!"
"I DON'T SEE WHAT RELEVANCE THAT HAS TO THE TOPIC" Sherlock shouted for the final time before storming off upstairs.
"Where the hell do you think your going, we're in the middle of talking" John followed him upstairs and in through the open bathroom door to where Sherlock was stood with a comb.
Before John even had a second to think about it the comb was being brushed gently through his over grown moustache on his top lip. After a minute of standing there confused John just let it go. All anger quickly diminished as he stood silently musing over how Sherlock was back and he had get used to it all again now, no personal space, random arguments about unimportant matters, Sherlock being unpredictable, life being unpredictable…..and he actually couldn't wait. Looking up he stared into the mesmerising colour changing eyes of Sherlock's and watched his mind spin a mile a minute, thinking about anything and everything. He looked so beautiful standing there, he couldn't help it.
All of a sudden there was no longer a gap between them as John hesitantly kissed Sherlock's cupid bow lips. It was slow and shy and loving, and then it wasn't, it was desperate, passionate and so full of want it made his head shut down. Leaning back to breath he smiled.
"If you want to kiss me again, you will have to shave that disastrous thing on your face. Really John, what were you thinking. Idiot"
Suddenly the word wasn't so full of anger, it was said softly with sarcasm and John started laughing, at what he didn't know, he was just glad things were back the way they should be.