AN: Hi guys, I'm back! I know it's been a while since I posted and I'm really sorry! I wrote this one on my iphone as always and I hope that it isn't too rubbish. :/
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P.S I think I've done all yur prompts Methurr! Yay! :D
(I am still accpeting prompts so please give some to me people:3)
Prompt word from: merthurr
Slap:
After three years of being 'dead', you would hope that Sherlock had a plan on how to announce that he was alive and not in fact deceased. A plan other than: Walk into Baker Street, kiss John, be happy and go solve crimes again. Unfortunately, that happened to be the only plan Sherlock had concocted.
So when it hit the three year anniversary of his death (he wanted dramatic effect), he walked up to the front door of Baker street and crept in quietly. He then snuck up the stairs quietly, coat flapping out behind him as he dashed up the steps. Then, being the polite as ever Sherlock, he threw open the door of the flat without bothering to knock.
The scene that met his eyes crushed his already broken heard. John was lying on the sofa, engaging in sexual acts with Mary. Then Sherlock noted the ring on her finger and the one on John's and the realisation hit him. They just got engaged.
All of this deduction took around two seconds which was just about long enough for John to look up and see Sherlock standing in the doorway, looking as if he was on the verge of crying.
That was when John remembered. It was when all the memories that he had forced himself to repress reappeared and pushed themselves to the front of his mind. Him and Sherlock laughing at Anderson. Him and Sherlock solving crimes. The two of them being together all the time. John saving Sherlock's life. The first time they met and the first time they kissed.
The first time Sherlock said "I love you" to John and the first time John said those words to a partner and meant it. The first time they went on a date. The first time John properly snogged a man and the first time Sherlock properly snogged anyone. The first time they had sex. The very first morning after when Sherlock's voice was scratchy and sexy. When they told Mrs Hudson, Molly and Lestrade about their relationship.
The first time that either of them fell in love.
So when Sherlock saw John with Mary it broke him. You could almost see the detective crumble. You could almost see his beating, bruised heart break inside his chest.
John pulled out of Mary and pulled on his boxers before running over to Sherlock, throwing his arms around him and crying into his neck.
"You're alive." he croaked, overwhelmed with happiness and joy.
"I said that I'd never leave you." Sherlock replied simply, kissing John's head lightly and returning the hug. There was a cough from behind them and Mary was standing there. Hands on her hips with an angry pout as she demanded to know what was going on.
"This is Sherlock." John said.
"But.. I thought he was dead." Mary said, seeming to have card down a little bit.
Sherlock could see that the two of them would get back together. He could almost imagine a future where John was with Mary instead of him and even the ghost of that outcome made his chest hurt. So, he eliminated the possibility.
Sherlock proceeded to lean forward and capture John's lips in a kiss and then stroke his rough cheek with his scarred fingers. John's eyes were wide open and he sunk into a feeling of pure bliss and happiness that was suddenly broken by Mary pulling them apart forcefully and making him face her.
"Look I'm sorry Mary, I love him-" the rest of John's words were cut of by Mary giving him a loud, painful slap.