Well hey! This is a mini fic about after the Reichenbach Fall (it broke my heart). Thanks for reading! Please review, because every time you don't I will add another day of not updating The Loneliness Game…. (Evil laugh)
Sherlock Holmes thought he was saving his friends by pretending to be dead. What he didn't know was how much damage he had done. Until he made the mistake of visiting his own grave one day. His best friend stood silently, looking down at the stone with real tears in his eyes, and for the first time, Sherlock Holmes, the man who didn't care, felt so alone, so vulnerable and so human, that he finally made a decision.
It would take a long time to plan and fabricate it so no suspicions of the detective's survival would arise. It would most certainly be dangerous. But Sherlock had been in danger before. This was nothing new. But it meant everything. That night he would return to 221b Baker Street. That night he would become Sherlock Holmes once again.
"This is not a good idea, Sherlock," Mycroft sighed, again using the annoying brother voice.
"I have to do it though," Sherlock muttered, climbing into his brother's car. Mycroft had known about his survival all along, and had certainly been helpful arranging certain parts of the plan. In the car, there was an awkward silence all the way to Baker Street. Neither knew how John and Mrs Hudson would react, let alone Lestrade.
At the familiar black door, Sherlock left Mycroft and knocked, as he no longer had his keys. The door creaked open. John stood, staring in shock at his best friend, before beckoning him in. Things were looking up. And this was the first step forward.
Well, what did you think? Should I continue it? Or does it work fine on its own? Review please! Constructive criticism is welcomed.