the richenbach hero // johnlock

Chapter Six

John separated from Sherlock, tears in his eyes. He grabbed Sherlocks coat, still grasping the fact that he was here. John felt ever emotion come back to him. Everything he felt when Sherlock was dead. All the love, the pain, the loss. All of it. He wanted to cry and kiss him at the same time. He wanted it to be a dream. He wanted it all to be a sick, twisted dream. But it wasn't. Sherlock was there, holding on to John. John released Sherlock, feeling a smile grow broad across his face. Sherlock smiled back, the skin in the corner of his eyes crinkling, and his actual eyes sparkling with life. Mary took John's hand, snapping him out of his trance.

"Oh, John! This is great!"

John turned to Mary.
"Well, what we will do now? I mean, I can't move back in with him but..."
He trailed off. Mary's face fell a little, but only so to the point where no one but Sherlock noticed. John laced his fingers with Mary's, and kissed her lightly. Then he turned to Sherlock. Anger washed over John as he looked at Sherlock.
"You. You were gone for two years. Two years Sherlock! How could you..."

"John you have to understand Moriarty needed to be stopped"

"Yeah I get that. But why'd you have to die to do it"

Sherlock glanced at Mary.
"I'll, ah, have to tell you that at a later date John"

John glared at him.
"No, no. You've been gone for too long Sherlock, I expect an explanation."

"John..I really can't tell you now. You see, once I got onto the rooftop I deduced that there were exactly thirteen possibilities to avoid dying if at all possible-"

John held up a hand to stop him.
"Oh yeah, I really missed this"
He mumbled. He and Mary walked to the road, and John hailed a cab. When it pulled up he opened the door, and turned to Sherlock.
"I'll, uh, see you tomorrow then"

"Yes, I suppose. Come round the flat?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure"
He climbed inside the cab.
"Can you believe him?"

"I like him"

"You, what?"

"I like him"

John scoffed at Mary.
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Febuary 2nd
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The next day, John awoke. Mary was next to him, and he felt different. Like, something had happened.
'Oh yeah, that. Sherlock...'
John smiled brightly. He was back. He really truly was back. John wanted to see him. He wanted Sherlock back in his arms desperately. He wanted to hold Sherlock until the end of time. John leaned over and kissed Mary gently on the head. He threw his favourite jumper and grabbed his jacket. John opened the front door and closed it softly behind him.
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Sherlock was slumped on the couch, his hands folded in the usual steeple position. Deep in thought. Mycroft had given him the information about the terror cell. Pictures of many people posted up on the wall of the sitting room. The yellow smiley face still on the wall, and Sherlock felt it was mocking him, smiling at his difficulties. Sherlock tried focusing on the case, but his mind kept drifting off to John. He couldn't think. Sherlock stood up and grabbed his gun. Making sure it was loaded first, he shot the wall. Again and again, bullets flew hitting the smile on the wall. They were loud, but Sherlock didn't care. After a few moments, the clip was empty and footsteps suddenly rang out in the now silent room.

"Jesus, Sherlock! Not changed I see!"

"John..."
Was all he managed to say before shuffling over to him. John looked at the detective, a confused look dawning his features. Sherlock leaned in slowly. Johns eyes widened.
'No, he can't, not now, I have Mary!'
John closed his eyes and felt a soft landing on his shoulder. He opened them, and saw Sherlock's raven curls next to him. He chuckled softly and patted the back of Sherlock's head.
"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Case"
A muffled voice said from his shoulder.

"A case? Already? Well, what's so hard about it?"

Sherlock raised his head and walked over to his chair, slumping down into it like a huffy child. John smiled and walked over to him.
"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I can't think straight! I can't focus in anything! It's driving me absolutely mad!"

"That's not like you at all, Sherlock"

"I know! That's why I'm so frustrated!"
Sherlock huffed again, making John smile and giggle at him. Sherlock pouted softly at him. John looked down at Sherlock's lips, making him blush severely. Sherlock noticed this, of course. His eyes flickered to Johns. His pupils were dilated and Sherlock could see small beads of sweat on John's brow. In a swift movement, Sherlock had John's hand in his own, feeling his pulse.
'Elevated heart beat, pupils dilated, sweating, see, I told you I noticed'
Sherlock suddenly became aware of the minimal space between them. He jerked back. John's face fell a little.
"Sorry, John, thinking. I didn't realise..."

"Realise what?"

"You...you..never mind"

"No, what is it"
John leaned in closer, making Sherlock blush. John leaned in even more, reducing the space between them slowly. His eyes flicked between Sherlock's eyes and his lips. Sherlock closed the gap, pressing his lips into Johns incredibly soft ones. Sherlock kissed John softly, and John kissed back. Sherlock pulled back and pressed his forehead to John's.
"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that, John"

John's eyes widened in surprise.
"Really?! I thought...I thought you didn't care"

"John, of course I care. I've always cared"

"But...Sherlock, we can't-"

"I know, John. I know"
Sherlock cut him off. He didn't think he could handle hearing John say they couldn't be together. John nodded softly. He kissed Sherlock softly on top of his head.
"Tea?"

Sherlock laughed. He had missed John and his bloody tea.
"Yes, I would love some. Breakfast?"

"Starving"
John smiled fondly at the detective.