John stared at the text, like it was a message from on high. Five words, and John felt all the memories of three years rush back to him, listening to Sherlock's 'note' over and over again until he had memorized it. Burned to his memory. His limp returning. Not being able to eat. He remembered it all.
And this bastard waltzes back into John's life it was nothing.
Not dead. Let's have dinner.-SH
Like he had just gone shopping. Like the three years that John had been gone was nothing more than a blink of an eye.
"He's back." John muttered to himself, like he was insane, that he needed to hear it before he could believe it.
"Who's back, dear?" Mary asked. John smiled.
"Sherlock." The look on Mary's face was priceless.
"Didn't he kill himself?" Mary asked. Sherlock was alive. John couldn't contain his joy.
Gently he kissed Mary's lips before shooting her through her head.
"Sorry, Mary, but I don't need you anymore." he said with a smirk.
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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
