Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Sherlock characters. Thanks to all the actors, writers, etc that make the original series so worth writing about!
At last! Sherlock couldn't believe it, at last it was over! He could breathe again, he could return home.
Home – the thought stopped him in his tracks. Would John be there? Would he welcome him back? Or would he hate him for what he had done to him, to them?
Regents Park was alive with the early evening travellers, Londoners returning to their homes, to their loved ones – dare he do the same? He could see the house, the window where they stood watching the world pass by, where he had entertained his love with his observations, where he had basked in the warmth of that man's adoration. His steps slowed.
Wait though! When did he become a coward, afraid to face the inevitable? Pulling his coat tightly around him he lengthened his stride, dashing across the busy road until finally he was on the doorstep, tentatively putting his key in the lock, stepping through the door and moving almost silently up the stairs, into the flat.
"John?"
John turned and looked at him, his eyes shining in the soft lamp light, his lips curved in that smile Sherlock so loved to see.
"I'm sorry…."
His words were cut off as John threw himself into his lover's arms, holding him, kissing him hard and deeply.
"I knew you would come back!"
