This is my first go at a 221b story and I found it super hard and stressful! I hope you like it though, and please read and review :) - See-See.
He brushed a hand through his shaggy hair. He'd meant to cut it long ago but never really had the chance. He wished he'd taken the time now as John scrutinized him, those blue eyes raking over his face as though he was scared the man in front of him would disappear. Maybe he is scared of that, Sherlock thought to himself. He could be very flighty when the mood took him. Also, he'd been faking his death for three years.
John gazed at the raggedy man. He wasn't the Sherlock he remembered. He wasn't the clean-shaven, curly-haired sociopath any longer. He was a bedraggled, beaten up, broken man. And it was up to John to fix him. To make him whole again.
John's eyes twinkled with something like hope as he stood in absolute silence. Sherlock wasn't sure what to make of it. He tried to smile his signature cocky smirk, but it felt wrong. He wasn't that same person that used to smirk haphazardly. He was born anew; a child in some ways, still adapting to being off the run.
The smile that appeared on John's face gave him a fuzzy feeling inside. He wasn't the same Sherlock in many ways, but he had something that might bring him back from the dead. He was lost without his Blogger.
