So this chapter i feel isn't that good to be honest but i wrote it up anyway...
They had told Mrs Hudson on the night that Sherlock came back otherwise the moving back of Sherlock's things would seem rather strange. She didn't take it very well at all considering she fainted when she first saw him and the tears did not stop for quite a few days. But she never cared why he faked his own death. She was just glad to see him back. Unlike John on the other hand, he took it to heart.
It's been exactly a week now that Sherlock has been back in the flat and he still had not said a word about how and why he pretended to kill himself. John and Sherlock have not said one word to each other and you can cut the tension with a knife every time they were in the same room. Amy continued to nag Sherlock to explain to John and herself for that matter about what happened but the only reply she ever got was. "Oh not now Amy please"
Amy and Sherlock's relationship had a hit a brick wall too. Normally when they are out together they would exchange hugs and kisses and hold hands walking the streets and sitting at restaurant tables. It's not how Amy imagined it at all. She imagined that when he finally had met John she would feel a lot more comfortable, she could have the cuddles on the sofa while watching films on TV and she could share the same bed as him when he stayed over. But no, it was not like this at all. Sherlock slept on the sofa, would ignore Amy if she never spoke first, he wouldn't even sit next to her if she sat next to him on the sofa. He would just get up and find something to do or move to another chair.
It has only been a week and Amy couldn't take this anymore. He either loved her like he said or not. Saturday morning at 11.30am something that was in Amy's mind had come out but she never meant it to sound so harsh.
"I'm popping to the shop quickly. Does anyone want anything?" asked Amy
John replied with a kind "No thank you." Amy then asked again but aiming the question mostly at Sherlock. There were words, not nod or shake of the head he just sat there and did nothing. "Sherlock?" Amy said. "Sherlock?" She asked again. "Sherlock will you answer me!" Amy was getting rather frustrated with him at this point. Sherlock slowly lifted his head and stared at her for some time.
"Sherlock what is wrong with you! I know that you have been in a bad place at the moment and you have this whole thing with John and to be quiet honest it is getting rather stupid. You need to sort this out as it is not helping either of you! It's not helping us either is it? I mean you ignore me, you won't hug me, kiss me, my god you won't even sit next to me! I know you're in a bad place but ignoring me when I am asking a simple question is pathetic!"
"Amy…I…" Sherlock was about to say sorry when he was interrupted again by Amy. "Do you know what I don't want to hear it? Just sort yourselves out. You're adults. You're best friends. You shouldn't be doing this."
"Amy it's not as easy as that." Said John.
"You can say that but if you truly loved each other why can't you sort this out?" Amy dropped her bag and sat down on the chair near the kitchen entrance.
"Because I left him Amy. For three years he believed that I was dead. How is he ever going to forgive me?"
"Well he won't forgive you easily you know that but if you sit down and talk about this and you explain why you had done it then it will sort itself out in its own time."
"I am still in the room you know..."
"Yes we know! So will you two sort this out?" Sherlock and John both looked at each other. Nothing at all was said for a few minutes. Until Amy had another outburst again. "OH FOR GOD SAKE! If you can't talk to each other then what is the point of me even trying to sort this out. I give up." She picked her bag up again and walked out of the door and slamming it as well.
"Amy is right you know John. Please let me explain."
"I don't know if I can hear it."
"You need to."
"Do I really though? I'm sorry Sherlock but what could have possibly made you fake your own death? I mean there really isn't…"
"You John!" Interrupted Sherlock by shouting at him.
"Me?"
"Yes you! Mrs Hudson and Lestrade too."
"You are making no sense!"
"I did it to save your life! The evening I faked my death I was on the roof with Moriarty. He shot himself in the head and killed himself but before that he mentioned to me that if I don't jump off of St Barts then none of the three of you would survive."
"Wait what?"
"He had snipers on you three. If I had not jumped you will have all been dead now."
"Sherlock i…"
"Forgive you? No John. You can say that you forgive me but I know by the look in your eyes that you're hurting by what I have done. Remember I can read you like a book."
"Well obviously not. You have read me all wrong." John ran over from the table, where he was sitting and blogging, to sit next to Sherlock. "How could I dislike anyone for faking their own death for me? You can be such a smart ass sometime, think that you know it all. But trust me Sherlock. I forgive you."
"No you don't. You can't. I Left you believing I was dead for three years!"
"Yes but now I understand that doesn't matter. You're back and everything can be sorted! I won't lie to you Sherlock it killed me knowing that my best friend was dead but none of that matters now. Tea?" John said standing up to walk to the kitchen
"Yes." Sherlock replied whilst staring at the floor. Just as John walked towards the kitchen Amy came running through the door and dropped her bags and cried "He's definitely back!"