Reunion: John's POV
John sits in his chair and opens his laptop as a man with dark brown hair sleeps on the couch. He opens his blog. It had only been a couple of months since he has been on, yet it feels like years since he has blogged at all. Even longer since he has blogged about a case. In the few months prior to the fall he caught himself reading the things he has written about cases trying to remember. He desperately needed to live in the past. But this the present and he needed to get back to reality.
He opens a document as he remembers that day. He tries not to remember the pain but as he has found out, that comes with the memory. The fall. The painful image that plays its self in his head just about every time he closes his eyes, whether he likes it or not. Then again he would like to forget it ever happened. He always had hope somewhere in the back of his mind that Sherlock would really be alive. He spent hours thinking of what he would say to him. Now, with the dark haired man sleeping in front of him; he doesn't know what to say. The realistic part of his brain never thought this day would come. The only question running through his mind is "why?". Why would Sherlock ever want to hurt him like this?
John had returned from a meeting with Greg, of course he was the only one to call him by his first name, to find Sherlock, actual living Sherlock, asleep on the couch. John had thought about yelling, screaming, throwing punches; but he couldn't bring himself to wake him. He covers him with a blanket before sitting down. He's sure that he will punch him when he wakes up, he'd just rather sit and enjoy him being there before he completely loses it.
John stays up for a while trying to figure out what to say to his, now alive, bestfriend before finally closing his laptop and going to bed. Not sure if this is all a dream or if he'll find Sherlock still asleep in the morning. The last thought in his mind before he falls asleep: If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.