*Sherlock's P.O.V*

I looked at John with a sign of apology for putting him through such sadness. He looks as he did when we first met, with pain in his eyes. I turned around and walked away at a semi-fast pace. I really do want John to walk by my side. If he does, I would have to live in fear that he would die at any moment. Moriarty may be dead, but his little henchmen aren't. Tears start running down my cheeks slowly, but they multiply and quicken in speed with every step I take. After a minute or two of walking, I turn around to see if John was still there. I find that he is slowly trudging away. I hesitate before following him back to the flat. I pull my collar up and make a good enough disguise to actually be able to walk through London without being noticed. If anyone does notice, I could always kidnap them and force them into keeping their mouth shut and their thoughts away from me. Anyways, it's easy to train a normal human. All they think of is what programme may be airing tonight.

I make an effort not to let John see me, which is easy. His eyes are focused on the pavement the entire walk to the flat. I'm surprised that he hadn't called a cab. When John opened the door, he walked inside and closed it behind him. I wait a few moments before slowly opening and sliding through the door. He never noticed my entrance. Mrs. Hudson wasn't home. I could tell because she hadn't greeted John when he walked inside. I walked upstairs slowly and quietly and peeked through the threshold. John wasn't in the living area, but in the kitchen. He had boiling water over the stove that he apparently burned himself on as I could hear him cursing under his breath and searching through the medicine cabinet. I decided to surprise John, so I sat down in my chair across from the one John usually sits in.

I had a smile upon my face trying to imagine his reaction.

I pictured him walking in with a tray of the tea kettle, a tea cup, sugar, a teaspoon, and a variety of biscuits. Once he sees me occupying my chair, he would drop the tray and also smile at me. We would stand there for a few moments smiling like maniacs. Well, he most likely wouldn't do that, but even a sociopath like me can dream.

He took too long in the kitchen and my cheeks were getting tired. My smile faded and I looked around the room for something that would get his attention. I looked to my left and I saw my violin. It was perfect! He would know who it was right away. I opened my case, picked up my violin, prepared my bow, and started playing.

I heard glass hit the ground and smirked. John knew who it was just as I had planned. John came rushing in to see me sitting with my violin under my chin. I saw that he had been crying the whole time he was in there, and I doubt it was from his burn. I set the violin down and give him my best cheeky smile. He didn't return it. Instead, he came over and his fist connected with my face.

*John's P.O.V*

"You Idiot!" I shouted at him. "Why the hell are you in here?"

His fingers went up to his face and touched where I had just punched him. He resumed smiling. I was no longer sad, but angry. He thinks he is the hero, but this is just being a jerk.

Sherlock looked at me and said, "I'm here to stay, John. This is going to be our little secret. I'm not going to run off."

I sighed. "Can I at least tell Molly?"

"No. It may slip out of her mouth. You know her; when she is under pressure, she can say things not meant to be said."

"Whatever, it's your secret." I said as I slid down into the chair across from Sherlock. I looked at him. He is actually here. He is actually alive. He is with me. His eyes were everywhere but focused on me. I was the opposite.

"Okay, you have questions." He said, still not looking at me.

"Yes." I said. "Give me the exact reason why you faked your death."

His fingers started tapping on the arm of his chair in a rhythmic way. "Moriarty told me that it was either I die, or all of my friends die. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't jump. Your death would've been my fault."

"Sherlock, this whole year I thought you were dead. I didn't speak to anyone, and I just started talking to Molly." I scratched behind my ear. "Actually, we've been dating."

Sherlock looked up. I looked at him and realised that he probably had feelings for Molly. "I'm sor-" I started.

"There's no need to be sorry. Why are you apologising?" He cut in. "You think I have feelings for Molly? That's ridiculous." He said with furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh well I guess it is rather ridiculous. She only worked for you." I replied.

"Well, congratulations on you and Molly." Sherlock told me. I said, "We're only dating. It's not like we're getting married."

Just then my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID which read: Molly. I answered the phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey, John, do you wanna come to my flat tonight?" She asked. I thought for a moment and said, "Sure, what time?"

"Um you can come over in fifteen minutes if you want." She answered. We talked for a minute or two then I went to go get ready. Sherlock still sat in his chair when I was ready, and was probably in deep thought, so I slipped out without speaking.