This is it guys. I left it for way too long, but this is where I'm leaving our dear adventurers. Fare-thee-well.
Capturing Moran wasn't so hard, with the help of old friends, and both the detective and his doctor relaxed significantly having finished the job. Once Sherlock had fended off Lestrade and the other offended members of the squad, he and Jane retreated back to 221B and basked in reestablishing old routines. Jane puttered around the little kitchen making tea as Sherlock lounged pensively on the couch.
"Jane?"
"Hm?"
"We can do this, right?"
"Do what? Resurrect you? Be together again?"
"Yes."
"Ah." Instead of answering, Jane brought biscuits over in preparation for the tea, the sat in her chair and watched him watch the ceiling. He knew it was cowardly, to avoid her eyes, but the jade-colored, indigo-tinted stare was too hard to not fall into and get lost in his mind palace, wandering her wing. He'd be lost with or without her now. It just depended on which kind of lost. "Sherlock. Sherlock, didn't I say I'm with you in this?"
"Well, yes, but… I've been rather publicly legally dead for years. This is going to be ugly."
"Can't be worse than war in the desert." He sat up and looked at her, still tense.
"Jane -"
"Shut up, Sherlock. Honestly, please. I'm not going anywhere, ever… just… hold yourself to that as well, okay? You can't disappear again. Other than that, you're back, and we're together." He grinned slowly, standing and pulling her up with him.
"Us against the world."
"Always."