John tore at the wall of papers stuffing them into the trash. While I watched him for some time I left to start work. With nobody knowing of my return I needed to find two more people and use my homeless network. Easy enough.
I handed the note and money on my way to St. Bart's to meet Molly. She was pleasant surprises that I had returned after so much time. I thanked her once again before going to find Lestrade.
I was watching him light a smoke. I was a little surprised that he was smoking. After revealing myself to him I could see his surprise.
"Lestrade. I have a case. All of London is depending on me right now so if I need your help I expect it." I turned and left. John was done clearing the wall by the time I had returned. He sat sleeping in his chair. Something pulled at my heart so instead of wake him up I threw a blanket over his shoulders.
Mrs. Hudson walked up the stairs with tea as I watched Johns chest rise and fall. I glanced up at her and smiled graciously accepting the cup. Now on to more important things.
I laid down on the couch brining my hands to rest next to my chin and went to my mind palace.
I walked the halls looking for something. I didn't quite know what but I found myself distracted in the room labeled John. During my time being tortured by Moriarty's men I found myself in this room often.
John sat in his chair waiting for me as he was usually when I visited him here.
"Why hello Sherlock how have you been?" His question rang out.
I answered truthfully. "Actually John I have never been better."
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Its not a Magic Trick.
Roman d'amourAfter the fall Sherlock went about destroying Moriarty. During this time Sherlock obsessed in his own way. His limited contact with Mycroft let him keep tabs on the man that occupied much of his thoughts. So what happens when Sherlock returns. Read...
