He didn't know why he was doing this, he just knew that if John discovered it, he would have some extreme explaining problems. He would be practically dead. Oh, wait, John already thought he was. Great.
Two years. Two years since he last saw his best friend. It was too long, but now he finally braced himself and did what he had wanted to ever since he "died". He went back to 221B, hoping that he could get his violin and leave a note without John noticing.
As if.
John went back to 221B for the last time before moving in with Mary. He was just going to get his last things and say goodbye to Mrs. Hudson. He silently stroked his moustache and adjusted Sherlock's reserve scarf. It was the only thing he had decided to keep when leaving. Except for that, everything was just like before. Well, if you looked away from the fact that most of John's things were gone. John went up to the door, opened it, and stopped. Froze.
There, violin in hand, stood Sherlock, the dead man, with a note halfway on the table. "Oh," he said. "Shit." That made John move. "You've been dead for two years, and all you say is 'Shit'? Who the hell do you think you are?" The man simply stared at him. "I'm Sherlock Holmes." John took a step forwards. "No you're not! He's dead and will always be." The man slowly opened his mouth and spoke.
"You had eggs for breakfast. Hard boiled. The bacon was burned, so you didn't eat it. You haven't been on work for nearly a week, because you first had a cold and then became busy with moving in with your girlfriend, who's name is Mary. You are arguing with yourself if you're going to propose to her, but most slightly you will, since you two tested your new bed this night. You are going to leave the place you love and hate, and you're thinking about Irene Adler. "
John thought he was going to faint. Sherlock couldn't possibly be alive? He sat down in his old chair and thought hard before he spoke.
"I don't care how you did it, I want to know why."
He saw him flinch slightly. It was obvious that this was the moment he had dreaded.
A/N: Hey guys, I know what you're thinking. I should update my old story. But this was just kind of random, so... It's probably not that good, cause I'm extremely tired, but well, well. Please review, follow and favorite, and let me know if I should continue! (I probably will be posting at least another chapter. Look out for it!) See ya!