A/N: Bit longer than the previous chapters but enjoy! R&R?

London was filled with warmth, the whole city was devoid of grey clouds as if the city itself was aware that its beloved people have come home. Birds were singing and the gentle breeze gave everyone a little bit of a smile. There was no rush hour and no one was in a hurry, a surprising occurence. Something that Greg Lestrade (-Holmes) took note of as he took a leisurely walk in Regent's park, his lover and husband Mycroft Holmes had decided to have an impromptu date though he had no qualms about it as a matter of fact Greg was enthustiastic about it, he enjoyed Mycroft's cooking and the man's impeccable eye for detail and perfection.

Then there was also the fact that Sherlock and John would be coming home soon, not that they knew when but Greg has this feeling that it might be a few days later or when they least expect it. And it might be illogical and idealistic of him to think that London being this warm and bright has something to do withit regardless of his grand mother saying that a city can become sentient if enough people love it.

"Have I kept you waiting?" Mycroft asks him, the large picnic basket replaced the usual brolly Mycroft brought with him, Greg shook his head and smiled. The two went to find the perfect spot.

Mrs. Hudson woke up pleasantly, her hip was devoid of its usual pain and she had biscuits with her tea. She had cleaned 221 B for her boys, having this feeling in her gut that they were coming back soon and maybe she'll scold them personally this time for making her worry and a bit sad ever since they though right now starting with her scones was the best way to start.

Her boys might be hungry and Martha Hudson knew that they had been missing her scones, it was the best after all as John had said countless of times.

"Oh, dear" Mrs. Hudson said noticing that she was lacking sugar, she smiles and prepares to get out. It would not do after all if her scones are less than perfect. Besides John's young boys would be dropping by for their usual snacks. Even if her two boys have stopped living in 221 B for a while, it never stopped being a home and refuge for the Irregulars and Sherlock's Homeless Network whenever they came by.

It was also good to have someone to share stories with and as Mrs. Hudson step out of 221 she notice the small bouquet of daisies place on the side of the door and smiled, bringing it in and placing it at the nearest table before continuing on her day with a bright and warm smile.

The whole Q Branch was buzzing with energy, which had been a rare occurence since the sudden change of the Quartermaster's mood though the energy Q Branch was exuding was far from the normal and the new normal starting 2 years ago. And it seemed to be coming from the new Quartermaster, if one look closely enough they could see the restrained energy Q was giving off.

His frantic typing would sound elegant but to those who had taken their time to observe him would notice that it was in a slightly faster temp.

No one in Q Branch knew why but seeing their Quartermaster look this energetic made them the same and so everyone and even the agents felt energize, whereas Q, himself remained ignorant of his surroudings, there had been a single and soliraty message from his dead lover though he knew that the chances of it being programmed was more likely than her being alive, it still gave him the drive and right now there was a small hint of her ressurection.

Countless hackers in smaller circles were talking about a new hacker that was almost as skilled as his (assumed)deceased lover, the hacker in question had no name though there were rumors of that they were actually a duo. Q ignored the latter information instead he focused on the skill set that everyone verified as true, the hacker has been traveling around the world doing odd jobs, speculations were they are hits, commonly seen wearing a silver cross.

Q knew that dozens of people wore silver cross but only she would wear one that has a ring with it and so he allowed himself to hope, to gain the closure and answers he wanted.

John and Sherlock were busy planning the events of their return and how exactly would they make sure everyone would be in the same place with little tension as much as possible. They were ,of course, also planning to make it their engagement party as well, just to avoid the celebrations Mummy Holmes would do and Daddy Holmes would surely not object.

Both of them had faced demons they would rather not speak of until they are sure to have move on and then there was also the fact that The Great Hiatus ,as John called it in his head, has changed both of them though Sherlock had change much more. This John knew in through his partner's acts, gone was the little boy genius who remained unaware of how truly dark the world and its inhabitants could be.

Sherlock had seen the horrors of the world and he had carried it unknowingly and John saw it in the slightly hunched posture of his partner but that was not to say John had not changed as well but compared to Sherlock's it was indeed less. John's change could be found in his eyes, were once they were filled with abundant energy, his eyes that never ceased to marvel at the world had dulled. And perhaps the two are not even meant to be compared nonetheless they have changed and in their departure so did the world they left for the seemingly greater good.

Their saving grace was each other in a life filled with questionable silver linings. Death has been their intimate friend ever since The Great Hiatus but they have both soldiered on and would continue to do so.

"Do you know the exact temperature of the normal human body is?"

"37 degree Celsius" she whispers in remembrance of a memory that held the greatest emotion of her. love.

"Maria?"

"Go back to sleep, Bill" she says and though it might have been just for a moment, his name was uttered with love.

And London hummed with content as her beloved inhabitants had returned home.