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The room was laid out in dressed tables laden with empty plates and full wine glasses, with black napkins at every place. St Bartholemew's Hospital staff and the local police had joined with some of Scotland Yard to remember the death of detective Sherlock Holmes, and there were several guests from the media to publicize the event.

Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade sat at the table in front of the room. "Today," he began, speaking into his microphone, "marks the year anniversary of the consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes."

Everyone in the room received a text immediately. They all checked their phones, and gradually began to realise that the whole room had gotten the same text, all of them from an unknown number.

Wrong!

They dismissed it as a sick joke, just someone trying to mimic Sherlock's intrusion at the press conference of the multiple supposed suicides last year. Lestrade continued with his speech, and when he was finished, the figure to the right of him stood up.

"I am John Watson," he informed the silent crowd. "And Sherlock was my best friend, flat-mate, and partner in work. Exactly a year ago today, I received a phone call. It was his note. I saw my best friend jump from the top of the hospital, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. I saw him die."

Again, the vibrations of everyone's mobile made the room shake.

Wrong!

Once was a joke, but twice was slightly pushing it. John ignored the distraction and pressed on. "But tonight will not be a sombre occasion. Tonight, we hold this event to celebrate the greatest detective the world has ever known."
A few months after Sherlock Holmes' death, the media has accepted that Richard Brook was a false identity after there seemed to be no more records of him, anywhere.

"The very first time I met Sherlock, he told me so much. He told me about my time in the military, about my sister, about my injury. He told me things that he could never possibly have guessed. After he deduced so much about me, we moved into a flat together. I barely knew the man, but I knew he was clearly unique. There will never be anyone who is like him again. The only person who could possibly be similar to Sherlock could be Sherlock himself, and he, as we all know, is unable to return.

Wrong!

Three times was not a coincidence. Nor was it a joke. Whoever this was, they were definitely not joking. They were serious. But who was it?
John's phone received an extra text, one which no-one else had received.

You know where to find me. SH

This... this had to be a pretence. There was no way it could be Sherlock. Sherlock... he was dead, wasn't he?

"Excuse me," John mumbled as he made his way to the exit. Hailing a cab, he jumped in and told the driver to take him to 221B Baker Street. He hadn't been able to sell the flat after Sherlock's death, he simply couldn't bring himself to do it. He found his keys and fumbled with them as he tried to put them in the doorway. He had to go to sleep, calm down, then when he woke up in the morning everything would be back to normal and there would be no Sherlock imitators in his life.

As he opened the door to his flat, he didn't take notice of the room in front of him. He turned to lock the door, then turned back around to face the room.

There was a dark haired man sitting in the armchair, playing a melancholy melody on a violin. His curls sat neatly on his milky skin and his suit was unmistakeable.

Sherlock Holmes was back.

Hey everyone! I'm Molly and I'm 15. Recently I decided I'm going to try and write a lot more fanfiction so here you go.

This will hopefully go on for at least 20 chapters and will be eventual Sherlolly. When I say eventual I mean really eventual.

Okay, so I'm really sorry if I offended anyone by my last author's note. I have read some awesome Sherlollys which I would be proud to be the writer of so I'm sorry D: I know that this isn't going to be phenomenal and I'm not the best writer either, I'm just saying that I'm trying to write this in my own style. I didn't mean to come off as horrible in my first A/N, I meant it in the nicest way possible and just that Sherlock seemed OOC, not that the writing in other peoples' fics was bad because it honestly wasn't. Sorry.

Rating may change but it's suitable for now.

Thankyou for reading! Next update should be in the next few days. I have it typed up but I want to space it out in case I get writer's block in the future.

(Sorry for the long A/N. It won't be this long again, I promise.)