Author's note: just a little something I thought up last night and wanted to share
Set in the time between Mycroft finding Sherlock in Serbia and returning home to the UK. Mostly Sherlock feelings set in his own head. Involves Johnlock. I think Mrs. Hudson would be proud :)
He was heading home at last.
It had been two years since he had faked his own death by jumping off the roof of St. Barts Hospital in London. Two years since he had said goodbye to everything and gone off chasing down Moriarty's crime ring. But now the job was done and he could go home. Back to London, back to Mrs. Hudson, and Molly, and his parents, and even Mycroft. But most of all Sherlock was looking forward to getting back to John Watson. His John. The person he had come to realise meant the most to him in the whole world. If it wasn't for John's own life being in danger, Sherlock might not have jumped. But he needed John. He had had two years without him and it had been so very hard. There had been times when Sherlock had felt like giving up but then he would remember his friends. While Moriarty's network was still active, they were all in danger. And it was at those times that Sherlock remembered that John had been at his funeral. He had asked for just one more miracle at Sherlock's tombstone. "Don't be dead". That's what John had asked for. It had been so hard for Sherlock not to jump out from behind the trees right then and there and say 'here's your miracle; I'm not dead.' But he dared not. Mycroft had granted him that one wish in allowing him to see John one last time before he left. One last time just in case he never came back.
But all that didn't matter anymore because he was going home. Back to his John. Sherlock imagined that John would be sitting in his armchair at 221B Baker St, reading the paper, looking for new crimes that they could solve together. Or perhaps he would be drafting up a new blog entry. Sherlock could imagine himself arriving home to Baker St. Inserting the key in the lock on the front door, Mrs. Hudson coming to see who it was. She always liked to check that John was okay since he hadn't been himself since Sherlock died.
Mrs. Hudson, upon seeing that it was in fact Sherlock would almost certainly start to scream so Sherlock would have to quickly silence her so as not to spoil surprising John. He would then make his way up the stairs being careful not to step on that stair that squeaked which would give the whole game away. Then he imagined that he would open the door to their sitting room slowly and see John quietly snoring in his favourite armchair by the fire with a newspaper open on his lap. Sherlock even imagined that there would be marks and annotations next to some of the stories where John had gone about solving them, out of habit. Sherlock would then lean down and kiss John gently on the forehead and stroke his check as John's eyes fluttered open. After managing to focus on the person in front of him and realising it was Sherlock, John would then lurch forward and grab Sherlock in a tight hug, tears streaking down his face. Sherlock would then whisper quietly in to John's ear, "Not dead," all the while hugging him back just as fiercely. From the doorway Sherlock would hear Mrs. Hudson sigh saying "My boys," before heading back down stairs and leaving them alone.
Before Sherlock could go any further in to his musings, Mycroft shook him from his stupor.
"Where home now Little Brother".
And with that the Holmes boys left the plane and headed in to central London and Mycroft's office.
I hope you, dear reader, enjoyed that little piece of writing. Please feel free to leave a review, it makes this author very happy to know someone has gone to the effort to read her work :)