Authors Note: I try to remain fairly canon with how the characters act, and the overall universe, but some aspects have been changed in terms of overall story and with relationships like Sherlock's parents. Thank you and enjoy!

Prologue:

John"Two years…since that day. It had been two years since he left my life, and who would've thought that baker street would bring us back together again."

Sherlock stands before John in the pouring rain in front of 221B Baker St.. A plastic grocery bag hangs limply from John's hand as he stares up at the man in complete disbelief. Sherlock stares back with a somber look, which soon turns into a smug grin as he examines John's face closer.

Sherlock – "Really John, A mustache?"

John "Those were the first words he said to me."

John drops his bag and umbrella punching him straight in the face. Sherlock stands not blocking, but does stagger a little as blood pours from his cut lip.

John –"All these years! And that's the first thing you say to me?!"

He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, his gaze averted as he breathes harshly trying to comprehend the situation.

John - "You're supposed to be dead you arrogant prick!"

Sherlock – "John, I—"

Sherlock reaches out to John, but is instead grabbed roughly by him and thrown against the door to 221B.

John – "You think you can just walk back into my life like this! Like I'd just gladly welcome you with open arms like nothing happened?!"

John closes his eyes and rests his head against Sherlock's chest.

John –" You arrogant son of a bitch….why didn't you trust me?!"

Both remain unusually quiet as the rain continues to pour down on them. Hesitantly, Sherlock rests a hand on John's head running his fingers through his hair. John slowly looks up at Sherlock, staring directly into his eyes.

John"…however I could see his true words in his eyes."

John "I'm so sorry… I missed you… Please forgive me…. I don't deserve you…"

"I love you…."

John then buries his face again in his chest, his grip tightening as he trembles fiercely.

John – "Why did you leave me?"

John sobs as Sherlock wraps his arms around him, burying his own head into John's hair doing little to hide his own tears.

Sherlock – "I'm sorry John…"

John"A part of me wanted to forgive him right there, as angry as I was, just seeing his face brought

back so many memories."

Later, John opens the door to 221B the smell of lingering chemicals and paper hit Sherlock like a ton of bricks, overwhelming the senses. What surprised him most though was how immaculate and dust free the flat appeared to be despite his two-year absence.

Sherlock – "You kept the flat all this time?"

He looked around in awe, everything preserved as it was the day Sherlock 'died'. John slowly walks in and puts his hands on the back of his chair, fingering the shawl that laid across it.

John – "Every now and then, I would come back to…clean and dust, pay Mrs. Hudson a visit. Heh, that's why I was here today actually, I always bring her favorite tin of biscuits."

John lifts his bag and looks up at Sherlock who is now staring outside the window.

John – "Most of the time though, I would just sit here and think…Reminisce."

John "Those memories, would always flood my mind whenever I came back to this place. Every time I hoped that they would bring me comfort or peace, but it never did. It would just reopen the wound, remind me of how much I missed him."

Sherlock turns and stares a John who is now looking down nervously picking at the shawl. His other hand rubbing the wound on his shoulder.

John –" I-I know you probably think I'm an idiot for doing so, that I should've just moved on with my life like you wanted me to."

John tightly grips the back of the chair and looks up at Sherlock.

John"That's why I kept coming back, because I was afraid that one day I wouldn't miss him."

John – "But I just couldn't…. I tried, but I couldn't just move on like that, to believe that everything was a lie! Not after everything we've…"

In a flash Sherlock strides over to him, gripping his arms firmly as his gaze locks onto John's.

Sherlock – "You were right, John. All that time…none of it was a lie."

John stares back fondly at first, but just as quickly his expression turns to anger.

John – "Then why didn't you trust me?! Let me in on your plan!"

A pained look crosses Sherlock's face, but he remains silent

John – "I would've followed you Sherlock! Even if I had to disappear off the face of the Earth, I would've done it for you…"

Sherlock – "I know."

John looks at him shocked.

Sherlock – "But it was not your battle to fight John. If Moriarty's men had any inkling that you knew of my plan they… you've escaped death so many times already. I didn't want you to go through that experience again."

John"I could see the pain in his face as well, as if he were recalling the same memories as I. A mournful look, at the loss of time that we will never be able to regain."

Sherlock's grip moves from his arms to his hands. His thumbs fondly rubbing over his knuckles as John stares down at their joined hands.

Sherlock – "Please know this John, if you think that you could ever forgive me. Please know that having to leave you, was the most painful decision I ever had to make. But I had to, in order to save you."

John releases a shaky breath biting his lower lip, as he looks up at Sherlock

John – "Then why did you come back? You could've started a new life, a fresh start."

Sherlock ponders for a moment, his thumb continuing to brush John's knuckles

Sherlock – "I would be lost without my blogger."

John"Though it would take a while for the wound to heal… to forget the pain, I understood why it was necessary for Sherlock to fake his own death; even if I may never be able to fully comprehend just how he did it. In the end, all I needed to really understand was why he had to come back."

A goofy-if-not-gleeful smile spreads along John's face as he chuckles warmly. Sherlock matches with a wide grin of his own.

John – "You really are an idiot."

John reaches up grabbing the back of Sherlock's head, pulling him down into a kiss.

John"And that was enough for me."