So I just watched Sherlock series three and died a little bit. But I got this out of it so that's a good thing! This is how I personally would have written the comeback of Sherlock Holmes. Hope you enjoy!
John had had a rough week. Work was extremely stressful and boring, his car broke down, and (most likely the worst of all) the two year anniversary of Sherlock's death was tomorrow. He shifted the bags of groceries in his hands so he could open the door. "Hello Mrs. Hudson, how was your day?" John called out as he entered 221B Baker Street. "Fine, dear" she answered simply.
John sighed and continued up stairs. When he opened the door, he expected to see the same setting. Couch over here, table there, and Sherlock's chair where it will forever be. But that's not what he got.
The ceiling fan had been turned on and hanging from it was no one else then... Sherlock Holmes. John dropped the groceries, the bottle of scotch breaking. Sherlock smiled at John's reaction. "Hello... John!...I...need... your... help." He let go and fixed his shirt. "Oh and not dead." Sherlock stood there waiting for John to respond.
After a moment or two, John was still speechless. Sherlock, his best friend, had just shown up out of no where. Sherlock was starting to feel uncomfortable with the silence. "Maybe I should have done this differently." he whispered to himself. He looked around.
Sherlock spotted his chair and sat down. He placed his hands like he usually did while thinking. Turning only his head, he looked at John. "Good afternoon John. I'm not dead and need your help with a case."
John was still in shock but was able to work out the words "How? Why?" "Well, that's long complicated story that we don't have time for" Sherlock explained. "Why? Why pretend to be dead for TWO GOD DAMN YEARS SHERLOCK?!" John exclaimed.
Sherlock was taken back by John's outburst. He got up and walked over to John. "I needed to protect you. Moriarty's network was big and more dangerous than anything we've ever worked with. I couldn't risk losing you" Sherlock almost whispered the last part.
"I could barely handle losing you. Sherlock, I..." John pressed his lips together and walked over to Sherlock's books. "I think I understand what your feeling, for once" Sherlock said. "Oh, please. Explain" John snapped. Sherlock started slowly to John
"You have a hard time not seeing me in your future, as do I. You see everything that's wrong with me, all my weird quirks and annoying personality and you're ok with it. You seem truly value our time together, as do I..." Sherlock stopped only inches from John.
Sherlock leaned into John and whispered into his ear. "And you love me, as I do you" Sherlock then gently placed his lips on John's. That's when John realized that he did feel all these things. And he realized that he did love Sherlock, as more than a friend.
Sherlock pulled away and smiled. "Now about this case I need your help with" John laughed. I guess this was why he loved him.
So this is it. Remember! Every time you review, I smile and become all happy inside. Thanks for reading =D