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Sherlock slowly wrapped his arms around John. "I'm so sorry John. I didn't want to do this to you. If I didn't make it look like I had fallen from the roof the Moriarty's men would have shot you, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade. I just couldn't let that happen. I'm sorry for all of this, it is entirely my fault." Sherlock buries his face into John's shoulder and takes a deep breath and takes in John's scent. He smells like tea and cheap soap but to Sherlock it smells amazing, it smells like home. This is where I belong thinks Sherlock. Just holding John right now, Sherlock is completely at ease. He hasn't felt this content for months. It really is good to be home.
John clutches to Sherlock as tightly as he can, trying to pull himself impossibly closer. He thinks that if he can just somehow dissolve into the man and become part of him then he can never leave again. Minutes go by with the two of them just standing like this neither of them wanting to move and break the embrace. After a while John pulls back and looks at Sherlock. "I've been through hell because of you." John says quietly. "How did you survive? I saw you fall from the roof at Saint Bart's. I saw you on the concrete broken and bleeding. How can you be standing here alive? Have I gone mad? Please tell me you're not just a figment of my imagination." John continues to clutch Sherlock desperately.
"I'm real and not going anywhere." Sherlock gently starts to guide John over to the couch so he can sit down. "I'm guessing you will want to talk about this so you better sit down." Sherlock pries John's fingers from his coat so he can sit down. "Before I went to the roof to meet with Moriarty I had figured out what he wanted. I knew that he planned to force me to commit suicide so I planned ahead. I called Molly and got her to get some depressants for me to slow down everything that would give away the fact that I was still alive. I also asked for her to make some blood capsules for me so that I could make it look like I was bleeding. Before fell, I placed them on places that would come in contact with the ground so it would appear that my skull had been fractured. I also tied my scarf around my neck tightly to prevent my neck from breaking and then when I fell my I relaxed my body so I could avoid as many broken bones as possible. I also took a leaf out of Irene Adler's book; she once told me that DNA is only as good as the records you keep. This being said I had Molly take me to the morgue and put a double in my place. She then botched the records so it would appear to be me right down to the last chromosome. The only reason I'm still alive is because of my ingenious planning and as much as I hate to admit, mass amounts of sheer luck. I couldn't tell you my plans because you're reaction had to be authentic or Moriarty's people would never have believed it."
John sat on the couch and took everything. Sherlock his best friend was alive and standing in their flat. He stared at Sherlock with big wide eyes, completely flabbergasted. Sherlock had planned everything around John so he wouldn't know. He understood why everything had to happen the way. Yes he was hurt and felt left out but he understood. He heard Sherlock mutter "Will you ever forgive me?" John stares seriously at Sherlock for a moment before replying "I had forgiven you before you even walked in that door." John replies as he pulls Sherlock into another embrace. "Don't ever make me go through that again you insufferable git." He fells Sherlock put his arms around him as a warm feeling settles in his chest. Everything will be okay now that Sherlock is home, John thinks. He buries his face into Sherlock's coat happier and more content than he has been in months.