The lonely soldier Chapter 3

AN: Hello once again! here's the next chapter, please review/comment, thank you :)
- .Spoon

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any characters :(

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I sat there in a small armchair similar to my chair back at 221b Baker Street, the room was big. It had a high ceiling, and the walls were painted a shade of dark green, as in the army camouflage green. It had a similar lay out to our flat, had two armchairs (one leather, deep brown, and one grey, velvet). It also had a basic chemistry set, which seem to hold some fungi, of course Sherlock would be doing an experiment, he couldn't live two weeks without some short of experiment; take our trip to investigate the 'H.O.U.N.D' case, even then he experimented on me! Finally to complete the look of a room owned by Sherlock Holmes there's a mess, I mean it took me a brief moment to route out my path just to get to the armchair, man this fellow needed a house maid.

Sherlock entered the room carrying two mugs. I knew he made the tea and I knew it wouldn't taste nice. I bravely took a sip and I was right it was horrible, but I couldn't critics him now. So I quietly drank the dark liquid.

"I suppose you want an explanation?" he asked

"Yes" I replied.

"Well" he started "When you saw me jump off the roof I did jump but not onto the pavement but into the dustbin truck parked on the side of the road. Then I collected blood from the hospital earlier on and smothered myself in it and lay on the path, and then all I had to do was act dead. The doctors took me into the hospital, Molly fakes the autopsy report on me and Mycroft gave me a new place to stay that hadn't heard much of me, meaning I could lay low for some time."

I sat there amazed and socked that the fact Mycroft crept into this conversation, "But Mycroft was the person who sent me hear." I stated.

"Yes I know … you told me so."

"But … but" I stuttered trying to get my head around the fact that Mycroft and Molly was in on this and knew that he was alive!

"I know it's a big shocker for your tiny brain to get use to but didn't you ask for me to not be dead? That you wanted one last miracle?" he asked showing some of him old self.

"Yes but … wait how did you know I said that?" I asked

"Because I was in the cemetery when you said it" he stated as if it was the most casual thing to say.

All I could do was the usual, sit there in silent with my head bowed down and trying so very hard not to punch or kill this man with my own hands. "a year …" I whispered.

"Yes…" he replied, now it was his turn to look at the floor. But I saw something that I've never seen on Sherlock's face; regret.

All I could do was to think "I should be over the moon. My best friend has once again returned to my side and all I'm doing is causing him to make that face?" but then I remembered all the time's I had those awful nightmares and when the press just barricaded me with questions. That when I knew, I knew I had to make him pay. Not literally but at least in a revengeful way. So that's when I decided I'll act as though I hate him and make him feel sorry for what he did. Then I would be able to show him how he made me feel, also gain some time for myself to understand what's happened with in the last hour. So I got up walked towards him and stood firmly in front of him. I stood as if I was still in the army, arms by my side, back straight, shoulder's back and my chin high up so he could see my serious face. "Sherlock.", "I know that you believe it's not be a big shock and that you do not feel sorry for what you've done". Sherlock opened his mouth, trying to say something, but I interrupted him "no Sherlock. You have to listen to me and try to understand what I need to say." Sherlock closed his mouth and nodded.

"Good. Now. I will take you to Mrs. Hudson and I will explain to her that you are not dead and that you have once again amazed us, but I will not explain how you did it. That I will leave to you and for God shake keep it simple."

Then I took his hand and lightly patted him on the shoulder, the face that he was pulling was all I needed to see. To know that he actually felt sad, regretful, remorseful and above all sorry. That's all I needed. "let's go home" I said, Sherlock simply nodded and followed me out of the apartment.

AN: So there you go :) John and Sherlock reunite! :D (i know i keep saying it but pleaaaaase) comment/review *even if it's gonna sound mean* ... give me that tough love! :)
- .Spoon

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