For three days Sherlock lay on the floor of the flat. Not eating. Not sleeping. Just staring at the door and drinking the tea Mrs Hudson brought him. Waiting for John to come home. Every hour Sherlock sent him the same text.
John, I am so sorry. Please come home –SH
For three days John wondered around London. Not sleeping. Not eating. Just thinking. Every hour he got the same text from Sherlock. It took him nearly another week since being taken in by Harry to reply.
Ok
Sherlock lay still, still staring at the door until his phone came to life in his hand. Two letters. In those two letters Sherlock saw hope again. For the first time in nearly a week Sherlock got off the floor and boiled the jug.
John arrived at 221B Baker Street in seven minutes meaning he had already left when he texted Sherlock. Upon entering the flat he was instantly pulled in to a hug by Sherlock.
"Never do that to me again John."
"I won't if you won't."
John pulled away and both men stared at the floor.
"Right. Well, I'm going to have a shower." John said looking up.
Sherlock looked up from the ground and into Jon's eyes.
"You're staying?"
"Of course I am Sherlock."
John started Walking down the hall to the bathroom then stopped. He turned and faced Sherlock again.
"Sherlock –'He said with a sly smile '- care to join me?"
With a grin the two men raced down the hall, happy to be together again.
That night lying in bed Sherlock turned to a sleeping John.
"John?"
"Hmmn?"
"You're the best experiment I've ever had."
"I love you too Sherlock."