Jemima took no time moving back into Baker Street. She hadn't realised how much she'd really missed her husband. Everyone was glad to have her back, John told Jemima that he'd refused to speak to Sherlock for over a month and it had almost driven him insane.
According to John, Sherlock had written piece after piece of angry music and Mrs Hudson had begun to worry about him, until one day it had changed to soft, sad, lamenting music and Sherlock had left without a word. A few days later Jemima was back in Baker Street like nothing had happened. As always, Mycroft seemed to have already known that Jemima would end up coming back. He didn't seem surprised at all when she reappeared.
Jemima was unpacking her things in the bedroom when she sensed somebody behind her. Sherlock stood in the doorway, watching her. He walked over to help and began taking things out of the box, their hands gently brushing each other as they worked. Jemima took out the last thing , her small, wooden trinket box and found a crumpled up piece of paper beneath it. Before she could grab it Sherlock had unfolded it and was staring at it with a look in his eyes that Jemima didn't recognise. It was the photo of the both of them when they were teenagers. Before everything went wrong.
"You know, I'm getting an urge to call you Bea." Sherlock smiled slightly.
Jemima reached over and took the photo from his hands. "No. I'm not Bea anymore. I wan't to forget her. The only reason I kept the photo was because of you. I'm ashamed of who I was then so don't talk to me about it." She told him sternly. She turned away from him and put the photo in her box.
"Look at me." Sherlock said. He took one of her hands in his as they knelt on the floor. His other hand cupped her cheek to make sure she was looking. "You were just as beautiful a person then as you are now, there's no need to be ashamed. If you weren't a good person I wouldn't have fallen in love with you twice."
"But I left you." She said quietly.
"I know. I forgave you, remember?" He smiled and she nodded at him to show she understood. He took the photo gently from her hands and left the room with it. He soon returned with some BluTack and stuck it to the wall in their bedroom.
"There's no need to be ashamed of who you are or who you have been. I love you, whatever name you decide to use." He told her gently.
"Thank you. I love you too." She smiled back.
Sherlock looked at the boxes with a frown, then back at his wife.
"Do you think this can wait?" He said.
"Why?" She asked. He replied with a passionate kiss. Jemima sank into his embrace, not realising how much she'd really missed it. She paused for a second and pulled back.
"This can definitely wait." She told him and kissed him back harder. They tumbled over onto the floor, giggling like schoolchildren, wrapped in each other's arms.
Hi! Sorry for not updating in ages! I've just gone back to school and I was busy in the holidays. I hope to be writing more often now but I'm a little bit blocked so it might take me a while to get ideas. - F