A/N- A 221B drabble written for the prompt 'boomerang.' Perhaps a bit melodramatic, but I still think it's sweet. Thanks to my betas Rena the Pirate Wizard Jedi (who took the John/Sherlock with surprisingly good grace) and Redkilstiltkin. Hasn't been edited for Americanisms, so anything not caught is my fault. Reviews are much appreciated, as I am new to writing for this fandom.
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
Boomerang
"I thought you would leave," Sherlock says suddenly one evening, leaning against the entrance to the kitchen.
"What?" John turns in his chair to stare at him.
"After Moriarty," he explains. "I thought you would decide it wasn't worth it."
John stares for a moment then laughs.
"You," he declares, standing and joining Sherlock, "are incredibly oblivious for someone so smart."
"You know what I did before I met you? Nothing. Not a damn thing. I went to the therapist and went on walks. Nothing remotely interesting happened, ever. And then I met you, and suddenly, I'm chasing cabs by jumping across rooftops and fighting Chinese gangs and Czech assassins!"
"And you! You are brilliant, incredible. A bit of an arrogant prat, painfully obtuse about socially acceptable behavior occasionally, perhaps a little mad, but still brilliant."
John is waving his arms rather dramatically at this point.
Struck by John's outburst, Sherlock acts before he can change his mind. Leaning in, he presses his mouth to John's, pulling back before John can accept or reject him.
He doesn't realize he's shut his eyes until he opens them. John smiles up at him, reaches to pull his face back down.
"John," Sherlock breathes.
"It's all right," John whispers.
Before pressing their lips together once more, John murmurs, "Sherlock, I will always come back."