Is tiny I know but I'm actually caught up in another story at the moment so if anyone wants me to continue this it will have to be when I finish my other story! Anyway thanx ;)
Watson stared at the typewriter for a minute. He stared at the words he had written.
The End. He tried not to think of Sherlock's death but that was - in honesty, ALL he could think about. He opened the parcel which Mary had given to him.
Watson's eyes widened and gleamed with hope. He realised.
"Mary?" He said rising from his chair. "Who delivered this parcel?"
Mary answered from outside of Watson's study.
"The postman"
"The usual chap or... Did he look ... peculiar?"
Sherlock turned his head to listen but also to make sure that the coast was clear. He swiftly shot up from the arm chair ripping off the head mask from his clothing and smiled almost at his idea of camouflage. Gladstone looked up to Holmes and almost whined as if to say 'I thought you were dead!' but Holmes quietened him. Holmes quietly crept over to Watson's typewriter to read what he had said about him. Then he pressed the typewriter to print a question mark on the paper that now said:
The End?
Sherlock then stood there for a minute considering what he might do. But he had no time as Watson burst through with a loud gasp.
"Oh, Watson! What a wonderful surprise!" Sherlock tried smiling. Watson froze on the spot. His throat clenched up making it hard for him to say anything at that moment.
"Well... It's been lovely chatting but I really must be going now..." Sherlock said attempting to move past Watson but Watson slammed the door shut behind him.
"You would like me to stay, oh, how pleasant! But I really should be going, am I not disrupting you from getting to Brighton on time?" Holmes said narrowing his eyes. Watson clenched his fists and without warning punched Sherlock in the face.
Sherlock groaned in pain while touching his cheek to check for any bleeding.
"You have no respect for the dead, it seems" Sherlock said. Watson still stood in the same place his eyes were glued on to Sherlock.
"You convinced everyone you were dead!" Watson managed to shout. Sherlock shook his head and raised a finger to argue. Watson interrupted his speaking by giving him a huge unexpected hug. Holmes was a little startled by it but smiled and went along with it.
"Did you miss me, Watson?" Sherlock said with a sinister smile. Watson only laughed sarcastically like he had done at his so called 'stag night', which in honesty Sherlock had made a disaster. "Holmes you have to explain everything to me. Your not leaving with giving me some answers!" Watson said. "And why are you wearing those ridiculous clothes?"
Sherlock tapped his head knowingly. "Urban camouflage remember? Or were you to distracted from you and Mary's... Partnership?" Sherlock sneered and shivered dramatically at the thought. Watson only smirked. "It's nice to have you back, Holmes!"