I'm just gonna say now that pretty much this entire story is Johns POV. When it goes into 3rd person I'll say.
After roughly half an hour I finally reached the woods. To get to the secret tree I had to follow a series of steps as it was well hidden in the centre of the woods. If I made a false move I wouldn't stand a chance of finding my best friend.
By now I had memorised the steps pretty much perfectly.
10 steps forwards
1 step left
2 steps backwards
3 steps right
12 steps forward
Spin around
Walk backwards 5 steps
2 steps left
After these steps I had to go the first tree facing west and find the secret passage. I knocked around for a while before a piece of bark pushed open. I entered through the doorway and went down the stairs. God I missed the underground hideout. I hope Sherlocks here.
"Sherlock?" I said as I came into the main room.
No ones POV
It was just as he remembered it. The room was small and painted a light shade of blue. In the left corner of the room there were case files Sherlock solved over the years pinned on the walls and opposite that there were all of Johns school achievements, varying from pre-school gold stars to hockey trophies. There was a sofa and a chair in the centre of the room and in between that there was a pile of books.
John hadn't been down here in months and it made him feel extremely nostalgic. As he was thinking back on the memories, his thoughts were interrupted by a voice.
"John?"
It was Sherlock. John saw his messy dark hair as he rounded the corner from the bathroom. Yes. The bathroom. Don't question it.
As soon as John saw his face he ran towards him and flung his arms around him. "Good god where have you been I've missed you so much Sherlock you were gone for 3 weeks and I-" John shut up as a tear slipped down his cheek as he buried his head into the taller mans neck.
Sherlock shushed him as he rubbed his back. "John..let me explain, take deep breaths.. let's sit down."
After Sherlock had explained how he had been living down here (stealing food, making fires, packing clothes etc) John said,
"But why did you run Sherlock? We've all been worried sick."
"It's Mycroft... I got used to him and his little gang calling me a sociopath but then..he called me a freak. So I left.. I know it's childish but no one was going to do anything about it and I- John?" Sherlock stared at John. Tears filled his eyes as he moved over to hug Sherlock once again.
"I'm so sorry Sherlock.. you should've told me." He whispered. "Come home. Please.."
"I can't John.. I can't stand to be around any of them." Sherlock replied in an equally hushed tone.
"Stay at mine. I mean- if you want?" He said pulling out of the hug.
"That would be nice, thank you John. Although I don't think I'm ready to go back quite yet." Sherlock replied with a small smile.
Johns heart filled with joy and in the heat of the moment he pulled Sherlock in by his collar and kissed him. To his surprise, sherlock kissed him back.
As they broke the kiss they said something they would eventually repeat in their wedding vows.
"Always and forever Sherlock?"
"Always and forever John"
Okkkk! Like most of my stories the ending kinda spiralled into a mushy mess but I enjoyed writing it so oh well xD and yes. I did use an originals quote at the end. Don't question it :)
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