John thought Sherlock was acting very strange. He wasn't being his usual 'Sherlock' self. He didn't understand why Mrs. Hudson was just sending one cup of tea instead of two like usual, or why Sherlock wasn't bugging him about finding a case, or why he wasn't craving any of the normal excitement.
John was dying to know how Sherlock had survived, but how does someone outright ask another person how they survived a jump off of a hospital?
Instead of asking him, John just sits back in his chair sipping his tea while watching Sherlock play his violin and fix the tuning. He began to notice Sherlock glance out of the corner of his eye at John. It seemed like something was on his mind.
"You alright, Sherlock?" John asks after a while.
Sherlock turns to look at him, his violin and bow coming to rest at his sides. "I'm fine John. Anything on your mind?" His left eyebrow turns up as he asks the question.
John takes another sip of his tea. "Not particularly."
A few hours pass before either of them speak again. John now sits in his chair reading the paper and Sherlock sits across from him with his hands tucked under his chin.
Finally, John sets the newspaper down and raises his eyebrows. "Yes?"
Sherlock seems confused. "Yes what?"
"You obviously have something on your mind. Spit it out."
Sherlock chuckles and removes his hands from under his chin. He sets them on the armrests and stays silent for a few moments.
"Don't you want to know how I survived?"
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I Can See You
FanficJohn Watson had been having a hard time coping with Sherlock Holmes's death. So when Sherlock miraculously reappears in the flat one day, why does John take it so well?
