Chapter 4
Once Sherlock and John had reached 221B they were in high spirits.
"Now we just need to tell Mrs Hudson you're alive. That is assuming Jim already knows."
"Course he does. He isn't stupid John." Sherlock fell on to the sofa and tucked his legs underneath him.
"Tea?" John called from the kitchen.
"Mmm"
"Such an eloquent response as usual Sherlock." John joked. He put the kettle on and got out two mugs. He was never letting Sherlock make tea again after what happened last time. He took the steaming mugs of tea into the living room and carefully handed Sherlock one before sitting down next to him.
"Sherlock?"
"Yes John." John swallowed.
"What made you-you know-kiss me earlier. And I know I kissed you first but..." John trailed off. Sherlock could sense how awkward John felt, perhaps even nervous. The truth was though, Sherlock didn't even know himself what had made him kiss John. It was an impulse. He had no idea what set it off. Sherlock didn't like not understanding things. It was one of the only things Sherlock didn't understand, emotions. He'd managed to cut himself off from emotions when he was a child as had Mycroft. Maybe that was why they never properly got on.
"I-I don't know." Sherlock whispered.
"Never mind then. I was just intrigued. I like that side of Sherlock." John put down his tea and cuddled up to Sherlock.
When they heard the front door they moved away from each other because they didn't want Mrs Hudson to discover Sherlock being alive and them being affectionate all at the same time. Just in time as well because she came bustling into the room.
"Oh hello John and Sherlock dear." She took a few steps more before turning around.
"Sherlock?" She opened her mouth to say more but Sherlock interrupted.
"Don't say anything about the fact that I'm 'supposed' to be dead. I'm fed up with everyone bringing that up."
"Where have you been? We've all been mourning for you and you've been off on adventures! And what about us? Especially John! And Molly? Does Molly know?" As Mrs Hudson paused for breath Sherlock butted in.
"Yes Molly knows. After all she helped me to survive." Mrs Hudson went silent but not for long.
"What about Mycroft? Lestrade?"
"Yes, yes they know."
"I got rid of the thumbs and the head by the way Sherlock." Sherlock jumped up and John chuckled at his reaction.
"What?"
"Well if I thought you were dead they were only going to bring back memories." Sherlock went and slumped next to John on the sofa.
"Don't you dare start sulking Sherlock." John said warningly because he knew what was coming.
"But she threw away my experiments." Sherlock whined.
"It's your own fault for being dead for so long. Anyway, I'm sure Molly can give you some more body parts." Sherlock picked up his phone ready to call Molly.
"Not now though Sherlock. It's late. She probably isn't even at the morgue now. Let's go to bed."
"Ok. Can you sleep in my room tonight? I mean I have been dead for ages." John smiled.
"Yes of course I will."
"Thank you."
John woke up to find Sherlock's curly hair tickling his face. He pushed it away only for it to spring back. John smiled and looked at the clock. 9:00. He should probably get up. He turned to get out of the bed but was pulled back by one of Sherlock's arms. John tried to pull the arm off him but Sherlock had a vice like grip on him. Sherlock made a low moaning sound of protest.
"Sherlock I need to get up. It's 9 o'clock."
"We don't have any cases. We don't need to get up." Sherlock's legs had now wrapped themselves around John's making it impossible for John to use his legs.
"Sherlock."
"No. Stay here."
"Fine." Sherlock smiled as John turned back around. John shuffled so their heads were level. Sherlock wrapped his arms possessively around John. John kissed Sherlock and then rested his forehead on Sherlock's.
Half an hour later John managed to get out the bed and tried to find some clothes to put on. All he was wearing was his boxers. He knew Sherlock normally didn't even wear that but he had insisted last night. Especially seeing the affectionate mood Sherlock was in. When John realised his clothes were no longer where he left them he sighed.
"Sherlock, where are my clothes?" Sherlock buried himself under the duvet.
"Sherlock...I don't want to give Mrs Hudson a heart attack Sherlock which means I can't go anywhere other than this room. So give me back my clothes." John waited. When there was no reply John pulled the duvet off the bed. He saw his clothes had been hidden under it. Sherlock was now gripping them with his feet. John sighed again and tugged at his clothes. When at last he got them free he put them on and went for a shower. Sherlock got up complaining that he was cold and slipped on his dressing gown. He called Molly and managed to secure some body parts.
Ok so the whole point of this fanfic was to have everyone (well not literally everyone) finding out that Sherlock is alive. I've completed that now but I don't know whether to carry on with this story. Please tell me what you think. If I do decide to carry on there might not be a new chapter for awhile because I will have to think of a Jim Moriarty plan. Any Jim Moriarty plan ideas will be appreciated as well.