A Week or so Later
It was difficult, John had to admit, adapting to life with Sherlock again. I mean, having your best friend walk in on you after 3 years ordinarily takes years to get used to. But, John had been wishing for that moment for so long, he accepted it rather quickly. Much to Sherlock's utmost delight, he didn't show it but the doctor knew it was there.
Surprisingly, introducing Mary to Sherlock didn't cause as much hassle as John had anticipated which was a bonus. Sherlock had seemed to take a shine to her and they had became –what looked like- friends. It was an awkward relationship but a relationship nonetheless. And during John's free time, he would split it between his wife and with Sherlock.
So this is where you find him now. Sitting at Baker Street-cup of tea in hand and laptop on his knee- while Sherlock sat next to him, lost in thought.
The Consulting Detective had been like that for a while but John didn't mind. He opened up his long outdated blog and started typing. Surely the world was allowed to know about Sherlock's sudden appearance?
"I give you my consent" a deep baritone voice said, interrupting the silence in the room
"What?" John turned to Sherlock whose eyes were still closed.
"You are debating whether or not to exploit my survival to the public. You have my approval to do so. It has been rather dull just sitting in Baker Street for hours on end and wasting away on nothing but Nicotine Patches." John laughed and Sherlock's eyes finally opened and looked to the shorter man in confusion "Is something I said amusing you?"
"It's just… This can't be real" John chuckled "I mean, you're almost exactly how I remembered you."
"Almost?" his friend's eyebrows rose
"Almost." They fell into silence again and all that could be hear was John silently tapping away at his keyboard
"Oh. John?" The blonde looked up from his laptop screen
"Hm…?"
"If you are going to accompany me on Cases, which you obviously will, we'll have to get rid of that." Sherlock said
"Get rid of what?" John tilted his head at the curly haired man
"Your Moustache"
"What's wrong with it?" John frowned
"It makes you look ancient. I can't be seen walking around with an old man." Sherlock scoffed and John looked a little hurt. Sherlock noticed the sour look on John's face and hung his head
"Oh… I just insulted you… I'm sorry." Sherlock mumbled and messed with his fingers
"It's fine Sherlock" John chuckled, patting the detective's back "To be honest I'm glad you said something. I'm not too fond of it either." Sherlock looked up with a smile but guilt still took refuge in his eyes.
"How about I go and make some tea?" Sherlock said, clearly slightly uncomfortable
"That sounds lovely." John smiled
"You're almost exactly how I remembered you."
"Almost?"
"Almost."
Sherlock nodded and walked to the kitchen and began making the tea as his friend continued on his laptop.
After a few minutes of silence John stopped. He had finally finished his first –and most likely not the last- blog entry that he had typed up in 3 years. His he couldn't help his lips curl up into a smile of amusement at the last line of the blog. It took him a while to think of it, but he had finally captured Sherlock's return perfectly. It read, bold and clear:
#SHERLOCKLIVES