Poor Mrs. Hudson's startled shriek woke both men up from their slumber on the living room floor where they had both been sitting the night before discussing past events and accidently drifted off. She had come in to do her weekly dusting and found them, needless to say she had to have a little lie down on their couch to calm her jangled nerves while they explained what had happened. Mrs. Hudson was ecstatic to have them back home, where they belonged she said, and insisted on feeding them both some of her homemade meat pies that she had just made.
Around three Mycroft stopped by with the official paperwork to resurrect them both along with a renewed medical license for John, and stayed for tea and scones despite Sherlock's joshing him about not following his newest diet. His departure was swift due to a work related emergency, warning them to be prepared to face the media storm come tomorrow morning.
When John accidently ran into the couch and hit his hip on the couch the stabbing pain reminded him of the knife tip still stuck in his bone, so he enlisted Sherlock's aid in removing the metal and stitching up the wound that evening before Mrs. Hudson descended upon them once more with a large dinner that both of them were certain could feed at least four more people.
In short order what passed for normalcy settled in around 221B Baker Street once more, the constant running out of milk and strange experiments in the kitchen began again along with the violin practices at three a.m.
Both men had made appearances in public together and were once more caught in the storm of media attention, the headlines exploded with excitement about the duo being alive. It lasted about three weeks before the media rush subsided that Sherlock and John could go out without a camera in their faces.
"Sherlock will you stop making it sound like you're killing a cat in there? I'm trying to cook in here." John called from the kitchen where he was elbow deep in ingredients for the stir-fry Mary had taught him how to make.
All he got in response was a warbling screech that shifted into a really high energy rendition of Flight of the Bumblebee which transitioned into some rendition of Tchaikovosky's Violin Concerto.
John sighed and shook his head while continuing to dice the chicken.
"Boys! The inspector is here to see you." Mrs. Hudson brought Lestraude up the stairs.
"Ah Lestraude, have you brought us a case?" Sherlock's voice held barely contained excitement at the prospect of a new challenge.
"I have a small problem which the two of you might like to address if you have the time, there's been a triple homicide in a locked room. I'll text you the location" Lestraude glanced in the kitchen to see John put down his knife and wash his hands as Sherlock swirled around in excitement putting away his violin and bow.
"We'll come of course won't we John?" Sherlock tossed John his coat who looked at the kitchen and sighed.
"Mrs. Hudson would you please put my ingredients away? I don't want any of it to go bad." John hurried after the already leaving Sherlock and Lestraude.
"Of course dear." Mrs. Hudson smiled warmly, she was so glad to have the boys home and things back to normal, "Go have fun and try to keep him out of trouble."
"No promises." John grinned widely and followed after the crazy, wonderful friend who he had a second chance to enjoy life with.
"Come on John, the game's afoot!"
A/N: Wow, the end of Shift...I can't believe I made it... A very special thank you to Danielle, my researcher and more than occasional sounding board for this story and several others. A warm thank you to all those of you who've followed, favorited or reviewed this story. I hope everyone enjoyed this little AU of mine, thank you again for reading! :)
I hope to see you all again sometime, take care friends,
^_^ KB