After storming from Mycroft's office he had stolen his private plane and made his way back to London. Now he knew he couldn't worry about Andrea, who was not back from wherever she was now. He had to focus on the 2nd most important person in his life; John. He snuck into his old apartment and found that it had been uninhabited for the two years he had been gone. Then he went online and found out that John had a new apartment on North Gower Street. He broke in and found John's planner, and saw that he was going to be at a restaurant on a date tonight. Then he went back to his apartment and waited.
When Sherlock got to the restaurant John was at a table all alone. He went into the restaurant stole an employee hat from the hat rack and went to John's table.
"What would you like to drink sir." He said with a Irish accent.
"Just water for me thank you, I don't know what he'll be having." John said gesturing to the chair opposite him without looking up.
"Okay sir I just need you to sign right there." He gave him a paper on a clipboard, without even looking at it John signed it and gave it back still not looking up.
"Forgive me for intruding sir but is everything alright."
"I just, I lost a friend two years ago, and now on this date trying to get over him, but I still feel like I'm somehow betraying him, you know?" John looked up after this sentence and his mouth was hanging open in shock.
"I can assure you that you're not." Sherlock said in his normal voice all the regret he was feeling at having left John showing in his eyes.
"You, yo-yo-ou." He looked at Sherlock shock, disbelief and hurt flashing across his face.
"I know you must have some questions, but before we get into that I just have one question." John looked at him with a burning hatred.
"When did you start dating guys, I thought you said you weren't gay." John looked at him for a moment then he lunged for his throat. They got kicked out of the restaurant and just as they passed the door they saw John's date. He was coming into the restaurant when he saw them and he just looked shocked for a second but then he followed them into the alley way beside the restaurant.
"You were alive that whole time and you didn't think to tell me, do you have any idea how hard these couple years have been on me." John was whisper yelling at Sherlock tears in his eyes. John's date just awkwardly leaned against the side of the building watching it all unfold. Sherlock looked at John who was choking back tears.
"I was going to tell you, I was but Moriarty's hitmen had to believe I was dead and I calculated the risks of telling you against the benefits and it was just too risky."
"Okay, you couldn't tell me to protect me, is that what you're saying, or just to protect yourself, because I would have been fine, no much more than fine, if you just told me you weren't dead, no not even that you just had to give me a sign and I would have waited for you. But noo you were to busy being dead!"
"You know I would have told you I just… couldn't, believe me you were the only person I wanted to tell, I would have gladly traded my brothers knowledge for yours but you don't have a get away jet and terrorist information."
"So your brother knew, really who else did you tell?" Sherlock looked uncomfortable for a second.
"Just him molly hooper and a handful of my homeless network." He said counting them off in his head.
"Mo.. Molly Hooper? you told your annalist and not your…." He suddenly trailed off and started to look uncomfortable.
" Look John I understand that you're upset but London is going to be under attack if you don't help me."
"Help you? After everything you put me through, I've had a lot of time to think about this and I won't even though …" He stomped out of the alley and muttered under his breath "love you." His date followed him out of the alley after giving Sherlock an apologetic glance.
A crossed the world Andrea wakes up and pulls on her robe before getting up and sitting at the desk right next to the bed. The woman in the bed starts to wake up as she looks around her "Andrea what are you doing come back to bed." The woman says sleepily. She rolls her eyes in her direction before closing the letter she was writing in an envelope and signing the front of it. Then she thinks I'm on my way dad.
