Sherlock duck his head down, cold, rubbing his hands near his chest, breathing on his own hands trying to keep them warm. The snow didn't stop falling, it was like a forever cold sorrow that fell down from the dark black sky. He was unaware of John approaching the grave he was sitting at, he was sitting behind the grave.
John stops in front of the grave, lifting his head up, his cheeks red from the cold and tips of his nose red. He looks at the name on the gravestone before noticing dark figure behind it. He frowns and steps forward. "Hello? Who're you?" He asked with his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Sherlock eyes widen, oh crap. He was surprised, he rubs his gloved hands together and not look at him. He pitched his voice a little. "Sitting sir, visiting sir." He said, trying to get his voice pitched enough to sound like a teenager.
"Don't give me that, who you are and what do you know of Sherlock?" He asked almost frustratedly.
"I am someone you do not want to meet and I know him since date of birth." He said, obviously since he was the one that was born. He rolled his eyes, keeping his head down against his knees a little.
John was frustrated, not wanting plays the boy's games. He spoke sternly. "Stand up, now." He said, his soldier self-kicking in.
Sherlock stayed there for a long moment. "Why sir? Cannot we chat like this?" He asked with a hint of concern.
"Up now, or else." He said orderly. Sherlock obeyed and stood to his feet though he didn't turn around, having his hoody up so he was good for now. The only light force was the lamp that was 3 yards away. "Turn around." He gave the order sternly wanting to know who it is. Sherlock shook his head a little. "No, I cannot sir. Please this could be risky." He said, feeling he will know what John would do.
John grew frustrated, he stepped forward, grabbing him by the shoulder and arm, forcing him to turn around though Sherlock pulled against him and grunts. Sherlock fails to protest, being turned around, his scarf falling from his face. His hood falling back a little, snow still falling.
John stood there in shock, staring at him like he is seeing a ghost. He rubs his eyes, blinking a few times. Was he seeing things? No, he must not but how? He was dead. He saw him fall off the building. "Sherlock…? Is that…?" He said with his eyes wide.
Sherlock stood there and looks at him in the eyes. "Yes John." He says. "It's me." He sighed to himself, angry to himself to come here in the first place. He saw John shaken, though looks shocked and anger. He raised his hand up in protection; to late he felt a punch right into his face knocking him off of his feet and into the ground, the snow crunching beneath him. He yelps softly in surprise, blood trinkling from his nose, dripping onto the white snow. He wipes the blood away and pinched his nose.
He pushed himself to his feet, his nosebleed eventually stopping. "Ow..Damn you punched hard." He said rubbing his nose. John glares at him. "Yea, that was my intention. You were supposed to be dead, I saw you fall. I saw you hit the ground." He said. "No, John. You saw someone fall. I am still here and breathing. The one from the roof was a fake." He said to him.
"What…? A fake? You…weren't on the roof the entire time…? But I saw you on the phone on the roof…" He said completely confused and puzzled by all this.
"I was in the alley way watching you John; it was me talking to you. The fake only lip sync my words I have spoken. John, I had to lie to you to protect you. You'd be dead, and so would others." He said carefully.
"How can I just forgive you like this? It's not going to work that easy…" He said. "You do not know that, you grieved for me, and so did I. I wouldn't lie to you if it's not necessary but it was. I am deeply sorry." He said carefully, pressing his lips to a thin line looking at him almost pleadingly.
John stood there, shaken a little though was taking in deep breathes. "Just give me one more chance, John. I am sorry but Moriaty is gone, I am permantly here for you." He says with a frown.
John took a few more breathes, looking at Sherlock with tears threatening to fall. "Fine…But I will not forgive you so easily. You'll prove it over time." He said.