Teshka asked: Could you possibly do another one like it where they meet at the airport, and then go home and John has been gone for so long that Sherlock has gotten used to him being gone, but he's home now, and that makes Sherlock immensely happy when he does something and John reacts to it?

Hope I got it right, enjoy!

Morning.

Sherlock stretched, having been in the same position for most of the night. That position being bent over a microscope.

He decided that a full night was enough work for now and decided that some strong tea was in order. He went into the kitchen and attempted to make some, still not used to making his own tea in John's absence. As the water boiled he strolled back into the living room and grabbed up violin and bow to play a few absentminded notes, closing his eyes in concentration.

"Morning. Did you sleep at all last night?"

Sherlock nearly dropped his violin.

John stood in front of the stairs wearing a bathrobe and a bemused smile. He ran a hand through his bedhead and gave Sherlock a look that made the detective's heart pound. He stood there for a few minutes before it really registered that John had asked him a question.

"Um...No..." He muttered, staring at his brave soldier with a look of awe.

"Forgot I was here did you?" John chuckled and came to Sherlock's side resting his hands on his shoulder and placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Of course not." Sherlock huffed. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Uh huh. Oh Sherlock, what is this?" John sighed with frustration staring at the warzone their flat had become while he was gone. Case papers strewn about, some of them attached to the walls with forks or knives. A pillow and blanket graced the couch, letting John know two things: one being that Sherlock managed to keep his promise of sleeping enough to not pass out while John was gone and two being that he had refused to sleep in their bed while John was away. Which was cute but only added to the mess.

"Just let the place go to hell, then?" John folded his arms over his chest and displayed a face of displeasure, and Sherlock wanted to kiss him. Oh how he had missed this. He'd missed John stumbling into the room in the morning, he missed John sitting next to him on the couch and holding his hand, and he missed John yelling at him whenever he did something..."wrong".

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and nuzzled into his hair, breathing in his scent.

"Hey! Are you trying to distract me? Oi, Sherlock I'm pretty mad about this!" John started out angry but couldn't help the chuckle at the end of his sentence.

"I know." Sherlock smiled.

John rolled his eyes and then walked over to the wall, gesturing to Sherlock's handiwork.

"Forks? Really? Forks. Sherlock we eat with these. Or at least I eat with these. You better have been eating well while I was gone. Apparently not though by the state of these forks." John fumed, yanking the forks out of the wall and letting the case files that they had stabbed fall to the floor.

Yes, it was good having John back.

All day Sherlock felt this warm happiness inside him, all for the smallest things The small things he had missed when John wasn't there.

A mug of tea was placed at his elbow, Sherlock glanced up and there was John giving him a small smile. Sherlock wrapped his thin fingers around John's wrist and pulled him in for a deep thank you kiss.

John found the pack of cigarettes in the pocket of Sherlock's coat and chewed him out for a full fifteen minutes. Sherlock just sat, listened, and hid a small smile.

Sherlock got a text from Lestrade asking him to come check out a crime scene. He'd thrown on his coat and was just about to leave when John shows up at his arm asking who got murdered this time.

The best part though, was that night when Sherlock was curled up on the couch with John's laptop. John walked by, rolling his eyes at the usual lack of respect for other people's things. Then he'd closed the laptop and pulled Sherlock up to lead him to bed.

"I've spent too long sleeping in ditches to spend another night sleeping without you in my bed." He remarked. He supposed that Sherlock staying up the night prior was his way of keeping guard over John, but he wasn't having another night of it.

Sherlock grinned and let himself be pulled under the blankets. He wrapped his arms around the doctor and let his lips fall onto the stretch of skin between John's neck and shoulder.

"You won't be going back to work soon...right?" Sherlock asked.

"I could take some time off. I only just came home." John chuckled.

"Good." Sherlock's arms tightened around John, and the soldier turned to face him.

"You know you were giving me the weirdest look all day. You looked like you were half in a dream." John put a small kiss on Sherlock's mouth. "Did I do something wrong?"