Hi! Well this my first spanking fanfic and if that upsets you then please don't read it. But for those of you who do please enjoy the story. I liked the version on the show but had to change it for my story. Happy reading!

"John, I have already said numerous times that I am sorry. I did what I thought was logical" Sherlock nearly growled as he followed the shorter angry man who had taken to pacing in frustration when they settled in a small diner.

"That is besides the point Sherlock one phone call was all it would have taken to let me know you were alive and kicking instead of buried 6 feet down" John Watson hollered "by the way who did we bury?" he asked sidetracked for a second with that mystery. Sherlock barely refrained from rolling his eyes at the question "irrelevant" he answered plainly not wanting to bother with explaining that whole mess. He had already explained albeit a shorter version on what had happened when he had interrupted Watson and Mary's evening and been hauled out of the restaurant by John.

John didn't look fully convinced of Sherlock's whole logic excuse when he had announced it and from the looks of it Sherlock didn't seem highly convinced of this himself but wasn't going to admit it to anyone, let alone himself. "I..you kn.. I just ugh" John growled angrily still to upset to coherently form a sentence having trouble voicing his thoughts without them coming out in a rushed jumbled mess.

Sherlock kept his face emotionless as he watched John for a few minutes wrestling with his own feelings over the whole situation. He wanted to say something, and even though he wasn't great at reading regular people's social warnings he got the feeling saying anything more may set John off again and wisely stayed quiet.

"Just not tonight Sherlock" John finally said tiredly as he walked out of the diner not trusting himself to speak any further before he said something he would regret, knowing deeper down that while he was angry at the whole problem he didn't actually hate Sherlock.

Walking to the side of the curb John hailed a taxi and got in, Mary had went home a half an hour after Sherlock had explained why he was still alive and sure John wasn't going to kill him. For some reason Mary had taken an instant liking to Sherlock. Which at first bothered John who wasn't at first certain why it bothered him so much and feels its highly misplaced with the fact that he is still pissed at Sherlock.

Twenty minutes or so passed and John was out of the taxi and paying the driver, who gave a small wave as he pulled back into the road. He sighed as he walked to his door and leaned against it as he ran his hands down his weary face. The night had started so special and romantic and had taken a sharp turn down confusing and frustrating alley in a matter of a seconds. John gave a frustrated silent scream and opened the door and walked into his flat.

Sherlock sighed as he saw that John wasn't going to talk with him further he felt disappointed and slightly annoyed that his older brother had been right in the fact that John wasn't very thrilled with his reappearance. Maybe he had executed it poorly. Sherlock searched his mind palace in any hopes of finding out what could have triggered a response like that from John.

Giving up for the time being Sherlock straightened his jacket and tried to ignore the beginning signs of guilt. He hailed a taxi and found himself on the front steps of 221B Baker Street. He tentatively knocked on the door in case Mrs. Hudson had the same reaction that John did and had a much more somber look. He was far too in his own head right now he need to distract himself or his thoughts would consume him and he didn't want to think of anymore people he had apparently hurt with his fake death.

Sherlock watched as the door opened a crack "Sherlock" Mrs. Hudson had whispered "Sherlock oh my goodness" she exclaimed with joy as she flung the door open and barreled into his torso without any hesitation. Sherlock wrapped his arms around her "never again you here I'm to go before you do this time" she said sternly then something snapped in Sherlock and his heart felt like it was crushing "of course sorry Mrs. Hudson" he managed out through a tight throat as he held back tears.

"Oh come on in my dear everything is as you left it I couldn't bring myself to bother it or rent it" she admitted if a bit self conscious but overjoyed "thank you Mrs. Hudson I really do appreciate it" he said quietly "of course my dear" she said as they went up the stairs to the flat.

Mrs. Hudson hadn't left it at that not that Sherlock was necessarily upset about this, she had gone full on nurturing mode. She had made tea and biscuits and talked with Sherlock for as long as she could until her body told her it was time for sleep. She had doted on him for a few more minutes and asked several times if he was alright. Sherlock managed to take it all with no complaints after how he had seen how his death had affected her and how she had easily taken him back.

After a brief admonishment about never doing it again once more and a farewell she left to go back to her flat. Sherlock thought for a few minutes on how different John's and Mrs. Hudson's reactions had affected him apparently he could handle anger but upset joy was a might harder. Only bigger difference was Mrs. Hudson had already forgiven him John seemed to want nothing to do with him and in his brother's words John was one of his few goldfishes he had and wasn't certain he wanted to lose him, he was like a more human brother.

Sherlock groaned as he flung himself onto his old and almost instantly familiar couches he tried to take his mind off of everything for the time being and was soon having a fitful sleep.

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