One-shot of what might happen when Sherlock returns to his old life. May be removed and used in Delusions of a Normal Life later.
Sherlock enters the flat, the same way he has a thousand times. But only for the first time after people knew he wasn't actually dead.
John only briefly looked up from his laptop. They had hardly gotten a chance to talk since Sherlock had had told John he wasn't dead. John typed a little bit more while Sherlock stood in the doorway.
"Everything is almost exactly the same." Sherlock mentioned.
"I didn't see the point in changing it." John said. "I liked it the way it was. Minus the body parts in the fridge."
Sherlock nodded. "Not out of sentiment, then." He said. "I'm hurt." He adds jokingly.
John ignores him, and there is only the sound of him typing.
He's mad at me for pretending to be dead. Sherlock deduced. Not that I blame him.
After a bit John stopped typing and looked over at his friend, still standing in the doorway, collar turned up, hands in his pockets.
"So." John said. "Not dead, then, I see."
"No." Sherlock said. "Dying is boring."
They looked at each other. A smile tugs at the corner of John's face, and they pair start laughing.
"So, dying is boring." John said. "Any other startling revelations?"
Sherlock nodded. "A good friend is hard to find. And normal life isn't as boring as I thought. Especially when I'm trying not to be me."