So a part II to the Sherlock-Watson reunion, because I don't want John to be sad for longer than neccesary, and these are two lovely boys I love writing for!

"Do you think you have it now?" Sherlock asked as the two sat over a now empty dinner table, they had been there for two hours.. or more.. it was hard to tell. John had long since called sick to work so he could keep an eye on Sherlock, and just try and grasp what happened as he listened and questioned.

"No." John responded honestly.

Annoyed Sherlock hissed. "What does it take to explain it to you?" he asked. "It's all very simple!"

"No it is most certainly not!" John returned which actually did make Sherlock quiet. "I'm trying to be all logical about this and go about it in a calm way, trying to assure me this is not some kind of mind illusion, but even then I have a difficult time understanding." John squinted his eyes as he frowned. "You had to stage your own death."

"Because if I left that roof-top alive Moriarty had ordered men to kill you, Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock patiently repeated for the time number hundred. "I thought that maybe, I could force Moriarty to call back his men, I thought I had the means to do it.. the staging was only the last solution.. but then Moriarty killed himself, and a dead Moriarty couldn't possible call back any of the men.. he beat me John."

"I think I got all of that." John frowned annoyed still with closed eyes. "But what I don't understand is why.. Why did you take the jump?" he asked. "Why let yourself be beaten, that's not the Sherlock that I-" John opened his eyes and were suddenly faced with Sherlock right in front of him.

Sherlock whom now wore a very painful expressions, as if it really shouldn't need any saying.. and that it even hurt him that it did.

"Sherlock my god.." John barely whispered. "And this was supposed to be such a good thing.. a miracle even."

"What?" Sherlock asked.

"It's just.." John breathed.. one of the first thing Lestrade had ever said to John, oh he remembered it so clearly, that first day as he first sat eyes on Bakerstreet, on Lestrade, on Sherlock.. on every-thing, and Lestrade had said.

"Sherlock Holmes is a great man, and maybe one day.. with a lot of luck, he'll be a good one to."

"Nothing." John then at last exhaled.

"I'm as surprised as you are!" Sherlock then exclaimed. "Never in all of my calculations had it ever occurred to me that.. that was the price I couldn't pay."

"Calculations don't work in that kind of situations." John shook his head. "Maybe this is a whole new world for you Sherlock.." he a little sadly looked in his cup of tea. "God this is so confusing." He held a hand towards his forehead.. he had wanted Sherlock to change and learn.. to grow up.. he had.. he wanted Sherlock to come back to life.. he had.. now he just wanted every-thing to go back so he could figure these things out.

"John I.." Sherlock hesitated and John looked up. "I really don't know how to do these things." Sherlock at last stated in a very defeated shrug and a frown.

"Just say what you actually have on your mind and what you want from me." John suggested. "You used to be so good at that."

"What I want from you?" Sherlock asked.

"Yeah, you wouldn't have contacted me if it wasn't because you had some use for me, would you?" John asked. "do you need help to re-surface to society, what?" he asked. "I'll help you with this one, but then I will have to think things over."

"I had hoped for your help." Sherlock admitted. "But that is not.. John I want to make sure that we can still be friends!" he suddenly snapped making John blink surprised. "You asked me to just say what is on my mind!" Sherlock grumbled in a very defending tone as he crossed his arms. "Right now, what I want more than any-thing else, is not an assistant, it's a friend, and I have none other than you!" he stated sourly as if each admission was hard to over-come. "I didn't like being alone out there." He admitted shamefully a blush building up in his cheeks. "And all I honestly want now, is just to end this bloody dumb thing so I can get back to my life, and I want us still to be friends."

John looked surprised at Sherlock.. he felt surprised, so very surprised over all these admissions.. and that they felt so genuine, not manipulative, not like Sherlock wanted to gain any-thing, beside John had all-ready told he was going to help no matter what. "There's no getting away from you ones you've been captured is there?" John asked.

"Njah, people comes and leaves." Sherlock shrugged. "I've never tried to stop any-one from leaving before. I never even forced you in.. You came all by yourself."

"I hate sitting here being all sentimental!" John suddenly retorted.

"Words were never your thing." Sherlock smirked.

"And feelings were never yours!" John retorted. "So here's my suggestion, you tell me what I can do to help you in this case, we solve this case and bring you back into society, then after that you will at random times call my number and knock on my door, exclaiming we need to go to some kind of case, I retort with some very annoyed comments, yet you manages to pull me out, we end up wet, beaten up and cold, you show off, I puncture your balloon and we go home, until the next time you pull me out on a case, is that a deal?" he asked.

Sherlock smirked amused. "That sounds to me like a good deal." He stated as he stood up from the table. "No chance you would move back into Bakerstreet then?" he asked.

"Hell no!" John retorted as he also stood up. "I've know of that place, they say it has the worst tenant and roommate ever living in that space!"

"But the rent is cheap for central London." Sherlock remarked.

"It's not cheap for violin music at four in the night." John grumbled as he pulled his jacket over his arms.

"You still have the key?" Sherlock asked.

"Yeah."

"So I can expect a lot of box's in say a week?" Sherlock asked in a smirk.

"Oh screw you Sherlock!" John hissed annoyed as he walked straight pass the lanky detective towards the exit. "Beside half my stuff never made it out of that apartment any-way, it's still there."