Chapter One
I am sorry about the dreadful summary but I wasbn't sure how to describe this without giving too much away but I suppose it basically is a Sherlock sicfic I am really excited about this! I have wanted to write a Sherlock story for a while and then the idea came for this story and demanded to be written. Please review I would really appreciate your thoughts on this!
Disclaimer
Sadly I don't own Sherlock this makes me sad I really want to own Benedict so I can stroke his hair and make him talk to me. Anyway now i've managed to sound completely creepy on to the story.
"Um. Hm. You... you told me once that you weren't a hero. Um. There were times that I didn't even think you were human. But let me tell you this, you were the best man and the most human... human being that I have ever known, and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. And so... there. I was so alone and I owe you so much. Please, there's just one more thing. One more thing. One more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don't be... dead. Would you do that, just for me? Just stop it, stop this..."
Sherlock stood behind John listening to him talking to his grave. He always was horrifically unobservant he thought to himself. He was surprised at the depth of emotion John expressed towards him. John spent a lot of his time marvelling at both his abilities and his way of addressing the rest of the world. He had no idea he cared this much about him. Sherlock refused to accept this as an error on his part it was simply a deduction he had not made until now.
John tensed as he sensed someone behind him. He turned quickly though inwardly reminded himself it was a cemetery other people being here was a strong possibility. Even so, as he turned his hand moved towards his concealed gun.
"You won't shoot so drop the act and your observation skills are still terrible. Have you learned nothing from working with me?" Sherlock asked with a slight smirk. He made no mention of John's speech and knew instantly from looking at him that he wouldn't either. Some things didn't need to be talked about.
"Sherlock?" John cried out in surprise as he hurried towards him. It couldn't be, could it? He was dead. He had been declared dead at the scene, the memories still plagued his sleep. Yet some how he had to believe after all he was standing before him talking and breathing but then again he had also seen him lying dead before him.
"John," Sherlock said calm in response.
"How are you? You can't be you were...I saw it," John babbled slightly in the way he knew deeply infuriated Sherlock.
"Let's go," Sherlock interrupted. This was not a conversation he wished to have at all least of all out in the open. He also really wanted to be at home he wasn't sure how much longer he could be out here. He felt frustrated by his body and refused to give into its weakness again, he was better than that.
"Right...a taxi then?" John asked.
"Obviously," Sherlock replied causing John to roll his eyes and smile sightly.
"I still can't believe it I mean..."
"John, shut up," Sherlock said cutting him off abruptly. "221B Baker Street," he said in a clipped tone to the driver.
Sherlock got out the taxi the second it stopped heading straight for the flat. He noted the lock was a little stiff but said nothing as he ran up the stairs into the flat. He whirled round so he was facing John the second he entered their flat."You haven't been here since last Wednesday," he stated.
"No...I haven't," John said quietly not even bothering to ask how he knew he was far more interested in finding out how the hell he was alive.
Sherlock threw his jacket onto the chair before heading to the bathroom. He needed a shower, he needed to get rid of that smell...the strong disinfectant smell that seemed to cling to his nostrils.
"Where are you going?" John asked.
"For a shower isn't it obvious," he said going into the bathroom letting the door slam shut behind him.
John began making tea for them. "You want anything to eat?" John asked looking slightly surprised when Sherlock said yes as he came out in his dressing gown and sat on the couch.
"Alright, what would you like?" he asked.
"Well given the bread will be off a sandwich is out, I'll also pass on the tea or coffee as their will be no milk or rather no drinkable milk, no fresh edible foods infact the only edible thing in the kitchen at the moment is the biscuits so two custard creams will be fine," he answered.
"Eh, right," John uttered sitting his own tea and biscuits on the table. He sat opposite Sherlock staring at him as he waited for him to tell him how he was still alive.
"What?" he eventually asked.
"What do you mean what? You know bloody well what!" John snapped.
"Oh, you mean how am I still alive even after you saw and infact confirmed that I was medically dead?" he said said calmly.
"Yes that!" he snapped.
"Observe John! Once again you look but you don't see!" he answered.
"Then tell me, show me," John said frustratedly.
"No," he stated.
"What?" John demanded.
"My answer was simple enough. I fail to see what could possibly have confused you. Like I said John think and observe the answer was there all the time for God sake you actually saw it," he said impatiently. He shook his head frustratedly as he saw John staring at him in confusion. "Think about it John, I look forward to hearing your many incorrect theories before you stumble on one that is somewhat close," he said.
"If I supply one will you tell me how you did it?" John pressed.
"Perhaps, yes," he said in a tone that indicated the discussion was over.
"Can you at least tell me where you have been until now?" he pressed.
"Hospital," he said calmly. He knew John would instantly think it was because of the 'fall' and he was happy to let him think that and it should add a few more crazy theories from him as to how he did it.
"Hospital?" John repeated urgently.
"Yes, you are being even more dim witted that usual today" he commented afterall John didn't need to know the real reason he had been in hospital...at least not yet. "Oh and John, you might want to do the shopping," he said as he headed towards his bedroom leaving John staring after him in disbelief.
I promise the next chapter will explain more about what is wrong with Sherlock and how he plans to rebuild his reputation after The Reichenbach Fall. Again please review!