Reunion: Sherlock's POV
Sherlock has been standing outside of apartment 221B for hours. He knows it has been hours, since he has checked the time every few minutes. Every minute that passes he has told himself he would walk in. He would explain himself to John and be back to solving cases in the morning. But he knew better. He knew it could never be that easy.
He finally gets the courage to unlock the door. He expects Miss Hudson to cry and hug him for longer than what's comfortable. In all honesty, he wants her to. But she isn't there. He walks up the steps not knowing what he will say to John. He doesn't even know if John will ever forgive him. But can he blame him? He should forgive him. He did it to protect him. He would give his life to save him. And for all John knows, that's what he did.
He searches the flat but no one is home. He goes into his room. Everything is there. Untouched. It's like that part of the world just stopped spinning. Yet, the bed is unmade. John or Miss Hudson has slept there .
Sherlock sits on the couch. He wonders what John has been doing since that day. Of course he has been watching him but he had to stop that a few months after the fall.
The fall. He hates that he had to do that to John. He could hear the pleading in John's voice on the phone. What he would give to never hear John's voice like that ever again. Yet, those words and that voice ring in his ears every second of everyday. Finally it got to much for him to handle and he knew he had to come back. That's how he ended up on the couch.
Sherlock awoke to hear typing on a keyboard. He wondered if it was John. It had to be John. Why didn't he wake him? He felt a little thankful that he didn't, he didn't know if he was really ready to face him yet. He now has a blanket. Same old John. Sherlock wondered what he was thinking; what he was typing. He thought about letting John know he was awake. Making a coughing sound or moving around, maybe even just coming out and saying hello. He decided against it. He wanted to savor every second of this moment. The peaceful nights he has come to love. Sherlock slowly falls back to sleep realizing how much happier he is now that he is home. With John.
