well that's a new chapter, there you are. I have no idea what to think of this, but anyway enjoy! :')
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John Watson slowly awoke of the feeling of something tickling his face. He opened his eyes and was greeted by a bush of brown curly hair that belonged to Sherlock Holmes, who was laying next to him. Sherlocks hair smelled like shampoo with a trace of chemicals and John realized how much he had missed that smell. The detective was still sleeping, and John suddenly became aware of the fact that he had never seen him sleep. Honestly, he thought Sherlock looked adorable with his eyes closed, his messy hair, and that little smile on his lips. He looked happy, and John had never thought he'd see his friend look happy.
He also noticed that Sherlock was snuggled up next to him, as close as he could possibly be, and that he had consciously or unconsciously grabbed Johns hand in his sleep, which he was holding now. John smiled happily and decided he would make them some breakfast and bring it upstairs. He carefully took his hand out of Sherlocks, trying not to wake him. He then placed a small kiss on his forehead, put on one of Sherlocks dressing gowns that was way too long for him, and made his way to the living room.
John opened the curtains. It was still the same grey cloudy weather as it had been all summer, but at the moment it had stopped raining. He took a moment to observe Baker Street as it was and glanced at his watch. 11:17 AM. It was Saturday, and even though most people were still at home at this hour, Baker Street was already full of Londoners racing around on their way to the store, their work, or their other responsibilities.
Eventually he turned away, and made his way to the kitchen. Here John began to make breakfast for himself and Sherlock, and in the meantime he thought about how he had to begin a conversation with his friend about everything that had couldn't be happier that Sherlock was back, that he could finally see him again, and that they were… boyfriends? But he needed to know how he'd done it, and why it had took him so long, and why he hadn't told his bloody best friend anything. There were so many questions John still had to ask Sherlock. It dazzled him, and he decided he'd just ask them all right away when they would've finished eating.
When John had finished making two plates with some toast, scrambled eggs, and two cups of coffee he wanted to make his way back to Sherlocks room, but suddenly remembered something. He put down the tray on which he'd put their plates and went searching for sugar.
A smile appeared on his lips as he put two sugars in one coffee cup.
As he walked into Sherlocks room, John saw that he was still sleeping, although looking not so adorable as he had been when John had left. He was now laying completely spread out on the bed and there was blanket all over the place. His mouth was hanging open a little, and he was snoring. John snorted at this sight of the always-so-serious sociopath Sherlock Holmes laying in such a ridiculous position.
He put down the tray on Sherlocks bedside table, and climbed into his bed.
"Sherlock, wake up. I've made you breakfast." John said, softly patting the detectives head. Sherlock grunted, turned his head a little, and then continued snoring. John smirked. "Er, Sherlock, if you want any breakfast you'll have to wake up. It's late, and I thought you "didn't do sleeping" anyway." Sherlock grunted again, and this time John placed a small kiss on his lips. "Come on now, wake up." John followed a little louder, and he gave a small pull on Sherlocks sleeve. Effectively. The detective half-opened his eyes and mumbled something that sounded like "It's not the farmer, you idiots. There were clearly traces of phosphor on the goats paws and that indicates..." "Sherlock!" John half-shouted. Sherlocks eyes now flew open and he sat straight up, looking rather dazzled, but immediately turning his attention to John. "What? John! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" John rolled his eyes. "No, Sherlock. I've just made you breakfast. You were talking in your sleep and I thought I might wake you up. You weren't making a lot of sense." The detective looked at him with a look of confusion. "Oh. Yes. Right. Thank you." He replied, sounding fully awoken now.
"You do look quite funny when you're sleeping though." John continued with a smirk. "You should see yourself, too bad I didn't film you or took a picture like Lestrade did last time when you weren't… normal."
"Oh, shut up." Sherlock replied, but he was also grinning, and then they both cracked up at the memory of the time Greg Lestrade had filmed drugged Sherlock and had shown it to whole Scotland Yard.
After they both had finished laughing, they looked at each other and John couldn't resist the urge of kissing Sherlock, so so he did. The detective welcomed his kiss a little surprised, but pulled John closer, who intertwined his hands in Sherlocks curls what made him gasp and he began kissing John more passionately.
John couldn't help but notice how good his friend was at all of this, knowing that he'd probably never kissed anyone before him. But to be honest, he didn't mind at all.
After a while Sherlock broke the kiss, without pulling away from John he said: "Well, shall we have breakfast then? I'm quite hungry actually." John smiled and placed one last small kiss on his lips. "Never thought I'd hear you say that." He replied, pulling back from their embrace to get their plates.
Sherlock and John ate their breakfast silently, snuggled up against each other in Sherlocks bed with a blanket around them and their plates resting on their laps.
After they'd finished their coffee too, the duo made their way to the kitchen where they put their plates in the sink. John put on water for tea, and while he was busy he braced himself for beginning the conversation with Sherlock he'd planned to begin.
"Sherlock, you know I need some explanation. You need to start telling me things."
There was a silence, and for a moment John thought Sherlock hadn't heard him because he was busy "thinking" or something else involving his "mind palace", so he turned to the living room.
Sherlock was sitting in his armchair. He was wearing his blue dressing gown, and had a newspaper next to him. He looked at John and finally said: "What do you want to know?"
John tried to read Sherlocks expression as he sat down on the chair opposite of him, but failed, so he finally just said: "Everything."
"All right." Sherlock took a deep breath and began talking and.
For the first time in his life he did not exactly know where to begin.
"Moriarty was there, too. On the rooftop of St. Barts. He said to me that all my friends would die if I didn't. I knew his strategy. I had figured him out, so let's say I had had time to prepare myself for what was coming. Not much, and I wasn't entirely positive that it would work. There still was a chance that I wouldn't survive. He told me he had people ready. One for you, one for Lestrade, and one for Mrs. Hudson." When John heard his landlady's name, wondered how in the bloody hell he was supposed to bring to her that Sherlock Holmes was still alive without her having a heart attack. But he decided that would come later. Sherlock continued. "He then said that as long as he was alive, I would have a chance to save them, including myself. Then he shot himself in the head." Sherlock paused, and John just stared at him." There was no body found on the rooftop, obviously. His men would have taken care of that. Anyway, I knew that I had to jump and it would have to look real. For that you had to be there. You had to witness everything. Otherwise it couldn't work. I needed you to tell everyone what I told you. People had to believe I was really gone, especially you. I couldn't risk telling you anything, you'd probably end up being killed. I couldn't take care of it all alone. I needed someone who could help me find a body, and the only trustworthy person who could help me with that was Molly. She was the only one who could know. I'm sorry. After that, when everyone thought I was dead, I spend months hunting every single one of Moriarty's men down. That wasn't too hard, as long as everyone kept believing I was dead, I could take care of it. You know I once said that Moriarty was a spider in the middle of a criminal web. Well, a web isn't much anymore without a big spider. His men were much less dangerous without him. Many of them worked for him because he had forced them to by threatening them. So obviously a lot of them left his so-called web when the news of his death had reached them. Almost all of them left the country and weren't considered dangerous anymore. However, I still have people watching some of them." He paused. "Yes. At some point I had to tell Mycroft. He was the only person who could help me with that task. I also asked him if he could put you under some sort of protection at some point. I would check if you were alright whenever I could, but I was abroad almost all the time, so I often couldn't see how you were doing and if you were in danger. I obviously arranged that none of Mycrofts men knew why they were watching you and those people or for who. It was not like they cared anyway. Like I said, there were a lot of them who left, but the more important ones could still form a threat. Accomplices that were like his left or right hand. High functions, tight security, and well-hidden. I had to take them down one at a time, making sure no one knew because of who or what they'd disappeared. I have to admit I had some difficulties with some of them due to their locations that were often difficult to track, but none of them were Moriarty, so once I'd found them, I could always outsmart them and their little bodyguards. At last I had taken down everything that was left of this so-called web. There was no direct threat anymore, and if there would be, I'd know immediately. I could come home to you, and so I did."
Sherlock stopped talking and took a deep breath. He looked at John, and tried to read his expression in vain, knowing that there was a chance that he would be furious with him for telling his brother and even Molly, but not him. He knew there was also a chance that John would understand him, like he always had done, and as he was the only person in the world who ever did.
There was a silence that lasted for minutes. John was processing everything he'd just heard, and tried to avoid Sherlocks piercing gaze, knowing that he was trying to read his thoughts from his expression. He thought everything what he had just heard through for the last time and at last made a decision.
"Okay. Alright. Listen now you idiot. I understand you. I understand you so bloody well that I know why you did everything like you did it and it's okay. I'll leave it like this. But listen to me, if you ever leave me again by doing something like that, I will personally find you and I'll kill you. I'm serious Sherlock, don't ever do something like this again, because I will not be able to handle it another time. Promise me." There was a pause in which John again started to remember everything about how his life had been for the past eight months like a flashback. All the nightmares, the despair and the crushing loneliness. All the times he had just wanted to end it. All the times he had just wished it all to be over. He pushed his thoughts away and took a deep breath before he continued. "And by the way you all ought to explain this yourself to Mrs. Hudson and the rest of everyone you know, because I will not be responsible for any heart attacks." He nodded in the direction of the front door.
Sherlock looked up at John once again, who now met his gaze and saw that his eyes looked regretful, even though Sherlock clearly did his best not to show it. He only said: "I promise, John."
"Alright." John stood up, grabbed Sherlocks hand, and pulled him up out of his chair. "Now you better kiss me, because you've got a lot to make up for, Sherlock Holmes." His friend smirked, and from the moment that their lips met, they both knew that everything would be okay, because after all they were Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
Consulting Detective and Army Doctor.
Oh my god I can finally sleep thank heavens, maybe that wasn't too good so excuse meee
I have still no idea where I'm going with this but I'll upload a new chapter as soon as possible and thanks for reading :)