A/N: Well I felt like writing something a bit feely, so here it is! This is how I wish the reunion will go. This is NOT based off of the teaser trailer either.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock because I'm poor and lonely ;)
(P. S. Don't forget to review!)
Sherlock took a deep breath, gathering up his pride to open the door. It's been three years, three long years since he's been here. He had been running for his life, trying to save his friends. Now it was all over. He takes another deep breath, then turns the door knob slowly. The detective quietly closes the door behind him and begins to walk up the stairs at a steady pace. He avoids the creaky step, not wanting to startle John.
He reaches the door to 221b, and knocks. He hears a groan, then someone stand up. Finally the door knob turns. Sherlock holds his breath, watching the door open. His heart was beating so loud and fast, that John could probably hear it also. The ex-soldier opens the door, yawning and leaning against his cane.
"How may I-" He stops midsentance, staring at Sherlock. Sherlock smiles, but then John's fist collides with his face. He feels his lip break and tastes blood in his mouth. The detective swears, surprised by how strong the hit was. He had deserved it though. The younger man prepares himself for another blow that does not come. Instead, John just stares at him, panting and just well, staring. Staring at Sherlock with deep hate, anger fear, and most of all hurt in his blue eye's.
"Now, John, if you're going to punch me again, please know that-" His sentence is cutoff by a strong embrace. John hugs him, making sure Sherlock was real. Sherlock hugs him back, missing this. Missing the feeling of having someone who cared about you caring for you also. It was nice to be with someone with whom you cared about, someone who you wanted to protect and would do the same for you, someone you loved.
Sherlock hears John crying and even sheds a few tears himself. Sherlock's tears weren't of joy though, they were of guilt. He had left John alone for three years, three bloody years! He felt terrible for leaving John for so long. John fontinues crying, not letting Sherlock go. After ten minutes he finally does, a broad smile across his face.
"I missed you, Sherlock." He says, tears still in his eye's.
"I missed you too, John." Sherlock replies, looking into his eyes. "John, I really do mean it." The detective says with as much sentiment in his voice as possible.
"I know you do and so do I." They both smile, hugging again. Mrs. Hudson runs up the stairs, wondering about all of the noise. She nearly faints when she sees Sherlock. He hugs her small body, hearing her cry also.
"Oh Sherlock, I'm not going to even ask how you cane back to me and John. All I'm going to say it that this is a miracle." She kisses him on the cheek gently, running into the flat to make him some tea. John tries to walk back into the flat, but Sherlock stops him.
"John, you all are safe now so you don't have anything to worry about, okay?" John nods, knowing he would always be safe with Sherlock by his side. Well, most of the time, but every rule does have an exception. "It's just the two if us against the rest of the world." Sherlock adds with confidence, making John smile again. Sherlock and him walk into the flat, sitting in their chairs across from one another.
Mrs. Hudson brings then their tea, hugging and kissing Sherlock again. She leaves to make some food and Sherlock leans close to John. "John, if you don't shave that caterpillar off your face, I promise you are going to wake up with no hair tomorrow." They both laugh, happy to have each other's company. In time they would heal, physical and mentally. But the important thing was that they would do it, side by side. Just like always.
Sorry it's so short, I ran out of ideas. PLEASE review and request, my dears! :D