John was sitting at a park bench after the fall.
"I wish you were here Sherlock." John said. Tears started to fall down his face when something soft landed on his head.
It was a shock blanket. John pushed the blanket out of the way and saw Sherlock standing in front of him.
"You looked like you were in shock...." Sherlock said. John was frozen to the bench for a moment before he started to yell.
"WHY DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO JUST COME BACK! IT'S BEEN 3 YEARS DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I'VE BEEN THROUGH I BROUGHT NICOTINE PATCHES TO YOUR GRAVE ON YOU BIRTHDAYS WHAT IS THIS STUPID BLANKET?!?" John yelled and pushed Sherlock away.
"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I-I"
"I thought you were dead." John said and hugged Sherlock.
"I missed you too." Sherlock said with a smile.
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
