And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped and I was in the darkness
So darkness I became
John stared down at the phone for a very long time trying to figure out a logical explanation behind the text from the person who was supposedly pronounced dead. Perhaps this was someone playing some sort of cheap trick on the poor doctor. But how could the owner of the message possibly know that John was having a pint at Angelo's? Unless the number was haunted by the ghost of Sherlock Holmes, but the army doctor didn't believe in such superstitions. Then there had to be one logical explanation that John would not have expected. The consulting detective must be alive.
John was a little freaked out by this thought, looking around the restaurant & bar to see if there was someone that would be texting him. He saw now signs of anyone of the sort. Thinking maybe it was the beer getting to him tonight, he quickly placed his money down for the beers and slipped out of Angelo's without a goodnight to the hostess. Once he was outside, the blond began quickly pacing down the sidewalk to get home. "Just need some air, that's all, John. Beer and Peanuts, that's probably it, never doing that combination again." The doctor thought to himself taking deep breaths to try calming himself down. Suddenly his phone went off again with another message.
John, you should calm down. -SH
"JESUS!" John shouted out, startling a young couple that was walking passed him. A little embarrassed from his outburst, he apologized to the couple and decided to head into the park to sort this whole thing out. Looking down at the message again, he thought about responding. Getting closer to the park, John began to type.
Sherlock? Is that really you? –JW
The blond took in a deep, shaky breath before sitting down on a bench near by. "This can't be," he croaked, burying his face into his hands. His body trembled, unable to sort out the reasoning behind this message. "You can't be alive, Sherlock." He sniffed, already feeling his eyes burnings as tears ran down his face. Another message came up.
This is my phone after all, John. Please don't cry. –SH
Reading the message, he couldn't help but want to cry more. After a year, a long and dark year, suddenly this was happening. He was about to reply when another message came up.
Look up. –SH
John stopped himself from answering to the message and slowly looked up to see a tall, dark haired man in a familiar long dark coat standing in front of the doctor. Even in the darkness, there was a little shed of light from the streetlights that easily made out the strong bone structure and brilliant grey blue eyes. The shorter blonds heart nearly stopped beating at that moment as if he was seeing a ghost. The man finally spoke in his deep baritone voice that John remembered all too well. "Hello, John."
Quickly wiping away the tears from his face, he was in utter shock to see his best friend standing in front of him, in the flesh. "Sh-Sherlock…" He croaked, slowly getting up from the park bench. Looking up at the detective, more tears starting running down his face without him even knowing this. "Now, now, John. Don't cry." Sherlock said softly, reaching over and wiping the tears from his partners face. The touch of his friend's hand against his face was more than enough proof for John now. Placing his own hand on top of Sherlock's, the army doctor's emotions were now going haywire. "I-it's really you, Sherlock. You're alive." Without any further thought, John grabbed ahold of the detective and buried his face into Sherlock's chest.
Sherlock stared down at the shorter blond in surprise of how happy he was to see the detective. Soon, the taller man found himself wrapping his arms around John and burying his own face into the blond hair. "I'm sorry I made you so upset, John." He whispered, finding himself developing such guilt. He didn't know how else to express how sorry he was at that moment. John soon looked up at Sherlock with his cheeks red from crying into the detective's chest. "You were gone for a year, Sherlock. I thought you were dead for an entire year." Suddenly, John looked a little more pissed now. "John, let me explain, I-"
"Do you have any idea what you put me through, Sherlock Holmes!?" The tall detective stiffened his body as his friend suddenly scolded him. "I had to go back to therapy because I couldn't cope with the fact that you were dead!"
"John, I had to do it. If I didn't you-"
"Why did you have to leave me, Sherlock!? Wh-"
"I was trying to save you, John!" John fell silent at the sudden outburst and quietly allowed Sherlock to finish. The dark haired man took a deep breath and finished, "If I didn't jump, Moriarty would have let his assassins kill Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade and… you." John lowered his head, feeling a little embarrassed by his outburst towards Sherlock now.
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to yell at you like that. I had no idea…" The shorter blond murmured. His head was suddenly lifted up, meeting the lips of his partner. Being pulled in close by Sherlock, he suddenly felt obliged to kiss the taller man back.
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
