John was starring at his computer screen, pretending to be looking at something. Every few minutes he would glance up at the detective. He was playing his violin, waiting for whatever test he was doing on the to get done.
"Is there something on my shirt?" Sherlock finally asked, he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Sherlock set down his violin when they both heard a gasp behind them. Mrs. Hudson had come to check on John. She looked as though she was going to faint. John jumped his chair and caught her before she hit the ground. Sherlock took her from John and set her on the couch. She came to and sat up.
"Sherlock, you're alive?" She asked. He nodded and Mrs. Hudson wrapped him up in a hug. John went to make some tea. "Don't you ever do that again." John heard her mumbled. He brought her out a mug and sat in his chair again. Mrs. Hudson had seemed to accept Sherlock right away but the army doctor didn't trust him as much. Mrs. Hudson soon left back downstairs to check on the roast she was making.
"Why don't you think I'm here to stay?" Sherlock asked. John jumped and turned. Sherlock had his goggles on and had the hand cut open. "I can tell you're thinking it. The look on your face is as evident as the fact that you are sexually frustrated."
'He really hasn't changed.' John thought and smiled to himself. "I just don't want you to leave again, that's all." Sherlock looked at John.
"What makes you think I will leave again?" John closed his computer as Sherlock sat across from him.
"You were gone for a year and a half!" Johns voice was loud but he wasn't shouting.
"I was ensuring your safety."
"I can handle things on my own, thanks. I did learn a few things while fighting for my life." John shouted and went on a rant. He shouted for a good five minuets when his mouth began to move faster than his brain. "I don't want you to leave again because I love you." He shouted before he could stop himself. Sherlock stood up and pulled John up too. John was expecting Sherlock to yell or something but in an instant his lips were on John's. John pulled away after a second.
"Was that wrong? I thought people who loved each other kissed?"
"No, you're fine, I just wasn't expecting it, that's all." John explained and pulled him in for another kiss.
Life continued fine for the residents of 221 Baker street for a few weeks, until someone else showed up on their door step.