Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I'll update as often as I can. I will try to be grammatically correct in my writing but as my friends and I put I am slowly unlearning how to English so I apologize for any errors that I haven't picked up on. Please leave a review whether it is good or bad I appreciate it. Thanks.
John stares fondly at the smiley face on the wall and takes a sip of tea. "I never should have left my gun lying around" John mutters to himself. He glances around the flat. Everything reminds John of Sherlock. Everything from the Skull on the mantle to the black goo still stuck to the stove from Sherlock's last experiment. All of it, everything in the flat, is soaked with memories of Sherlock. "I'd do anything to have him back." Says John sadly. All of a sudden he hears the noise of the front door opening and shutting and someone coming up the stairs taking them two at a time. "No. Surely not. It can't be. I must be going mad." John says eyes wide with surprise and hope. It can't possibly be but there is only one person with legs long enough to come up the stairs like that.
Sherlock hesitates slightly before reaching for the door handle. Who knows how John is going to react. Hell, he doesn't even know how he's going to react himself. What if John throws him out? God knows he has every reason to. Sherlock abandoned John albeit for John's safety but he knew John wouldn't think that was a good excuse. Sherlock closed his eyes and opened the door. He sees John look up from his chair with eyes full of hope. "Uh so are you ready to go?"
John looks at Sherlock and they hold each other's gaze for a few moments. He just sits there for a while staring at Sherlock mouth hanging open. He hears Sherlock comment about his mouth, something to do with catching flies and swiftly closes it. John tries to say something but all that comes out is a sputtering mess of mashed up words. He doesn't know whether to run over and hug Sherlock or give him a swift punch to the face. He opts for the latter as he stands up and strides purposely over to Sherlock before delivering a strong left hook to the jaw.
Sherlock stands in the door in shock as pain rips across his face. "Well I can't say I didn't see that coming." Sherlock mutters to himself. "John I.. I'm sorry I know you're mad and I know you've been through a lot because of my "death" but I had to do it for your safety. I know that's not a good. Oof" Sherlock is suddenly cut off when the shorter man almost tackles him into a hug. "I lost you Sherlock. Do you know how hard it was watching you fall from that roof?" Sherlock hears John murmur into his jacket. The man is clutching onto him so tight,its as if he might disappear into thin air, which Sherlock supposed, was exactly what he had done.