A/N: So, even though this got only 1 review, it had gotten a lot of views and visitors (Almost 300 each!), so I decided to make this a few chapters longer. Enjoy, and feedback is always nice. Also, check out some of my other stories maybe?

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"When will we tell the others?"

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Sherlock sat there for a moment, in his usual thinking pose, hands pressed together in mock prayer. It lasted only for a moment before he stood up. "Why not now? Get it all out of the way," The taller man said, already making his way to the door.

John was shocked and slightly jealous for a moment. It had been three years since he had seen his friend. He didn't really feel like sharing him at the moment. But when he thought of Mrs. Hudson, John stood up and immediately felt bad. The woman saw Sherlock as her son. The both of them really. How could he want to delay telling her the news that Sherlock was alive?

"John? Anytime now would be nice. It isn't nice to keep dear old Mrs. Hudson waiting," Sherlock said, a slight smirk on his face. John snapped out of his thoughts. "What? Oh, yeah. Come on, let's go," He said hurriedly, leading the way.

Soon John knocked on the door, which swung open almost immediately to reveal the elderly landlady. A smile appeared on her face. "Hello John, it's nice to see you again. Cup of tea?"

Mrs. Hudson saw that instead of the doctor replying, another voice could be heard. "That would be lovely Mrs. Hudson," A baritone voice said. The shock was visible on her face as tears formed in her eyes.

It had been so long since she had heard that voice.

"Sh-Sherlock?" She said hesitantly, as if daring herself not to hope.

John walked inside, only to be followed by a man with high cheekbones, curly black hair, and stormy blue-grey eyes, wearing his usual long black-grey coat. A smile flashed across his face.

"Hello Mrs. Hudson. You're looking well."

The woman finally let a smile appear on her face, tears spilling, overjoyed. "Oh Sherlock, it really is you!" Sherlock pulled the woman into a hug, which she gladly returned before looking the tall man over.

"Have you been eating properly? Who's been taking care of you? Sit, sit, I'll make some tea," She said, making sure they sat down before going to make some tea. Soon, the three sat at the table, a cup of tea in front of each.

"What have you been doing Sherlock? There were all sorts of rumors when you had jumped, people saying you were a fake and other horrible things. None of us believed a thing though, absolute rubbish."

Sherlock smiled slightly when she said that none of them had believed that he was a fake. No one would ever truly understand how much it meant to him. He felt a pang when she hesitated slightly while saying the word 'jumped.' He mentally shook his head.

There was nothing he could do to change what happened. He was here now, and he would make the best of it.

"I've been taking down Moriarty's web. To answer your earlier question, Mycroft has actually been taking care of me. Originally Molly was, but there was a chance that Moriarty's people or someone else could find out that I was alive, so she had contacted Mycroft," Sherlock explained.

The elderly woman nodded and pursed her lips slightly. "You've gotten a bit thin though Sherlock. I'll make supper, just this once, and you have to eat. After all, I'm your landlady, not your housekeeper dear," Mrs. Hudson said with a small smile. John and Sherlock exchanged smiles. It had been a long time since either one had heard those words.

"Of course Mrs. Hudson. I'll eat whatever you give me," Sherlock agreed for once. John chuckled. "And if he doesn't, I'll find a way to make him eat."

The three talked over tea, sharing what had been happening until Mrs. Hudson glanced at the time. "I've got to go boys, have to show a possible tenant the empty flat." "No problem at all Mrs. Hudson, we know how busy you can be," John said, standing up. Sherlock followed suit.

"After all, England would fall without you," Sherlock added. Mrs. Hudson smiled before the two men went back up to their flat as the elderly woman got to work once more, a small smile refusing to leave her face.

John said he had left the flat for good. Sherlock was 'dead.' Even though she didn't have any children, those two were sons to her. It had broken her heart when both had gone somewhere she couldn't check up on them.

Now John was back, and Sherlock was alive and well. Nothing could be better than that.

She had both of her boys back, alive and well. Now John wouldn't be depressed anymore. Now the two of them could go off and solve crimes. They would both be alright, because if she knew her boys- which she did- Sherlock missed John as much as John missed Sherlock.

Everything would be fine now.

Everything would be absolutely fine. Why?

Because her boys were back.

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It was short, I apologize. Anyways, if you'd like to see scenes from when Sherlock was in hiding, just tell me in a review. Bye!