Sherlock's heart began to beat out its betrayal of his cool exterior at the first sight of John sitting with his back turned to the Detective as he approached with a quiet caution.
He truly did not know what the Doctor's reaction to his reappearance would be… whether he would be welcomed back or not.
John turned his head unexpectedly as though straining to hear the something and Sherlock stopped short "John…" he couldn't help the word slipping out.
John whipped around, taking in Sherlock's surprisingly not dead figure as he stood there with his mouth agape at John's stare. "…Sherlock?" John asked shocked, rising to his feet and approaching the Detective.
"John…" Sherlock repeated causing John's eyebrow's to furrow, the Sherlock he knew hated repetition.
"Yes Sherlock?" He replied uncertainly, yet patiently nonetheless.
Sherlock thought of one of his many rehearsed explanations he had ready or some profound answer that would make John understand his absence.
"Why is there a ferret on your lip?" unfortunately for his brain his mouth decided to wing it.
John spluttered, his colour and anger rising as he remembered the months following Sherlock's death. "Sherlock! You just came back from the dead! This is serious!" he growled angrily.
"But John the ferret!"
Though Sherlock was forgiven, after a tediously lengthy discussion, he did not return to 221B Baker Street that night preferring to give John his space. The moustache thankfully was shaved off by the next morning.
John was very unhappy when he woke up to find it gone.
A/N: Ok I'm sorry I just couldn't resist the moustache, that thing is horrible. Sorry to all those who dig the mo though or those currently in possession of one, I'm sure you look lovely. :)