I Heard You (A Sherlock Fanfiction)

Bones Exposed

Something Sherlock rarely did was take off his jacket, today was a rare occasion. He took it off leaving him in an even rarer, simple grey tee. Revealing his muscular arms, covered in nicotine patches.

"It was more than a three patch problem" he mumbled to himself. John chuckled slightly but dismissed it.

"Why did you do it?" John blurted, setting Sherlock's tea down. He sat in the armchair across from an awkward looking Sherlock.

"Moriarty was going to kill you. Not just you, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Lestrade, Mycroft. Everyone."

"Why did you do it?" John repeated, his tone remained steady. Unclear of emotion.

"I couldn't let that happen to you John. You're my f-fr-friend" Sherlock stumbled on the word 'Friend' but he was making effort.

"Moriarty is dead" John replied, same tone.

"He would have found a way, the man was a genius. He still is." Sherlock replied, setting the empty teacup down.

"He's dead. Sherlock. He's dead, you're supposed to be"

"Hell John, I've been working on telling you this. But I had to come back, I had to tell you. You're my friend. I wanted to say... Thank you"

"Sherlock Holmes, you left me to think you were dead, not only that but your suicide note was a phone call, you made me watch you jump to your death. You let me go mad, fall into depression. Did I tell you I had to go see Tate again? Because I did. I needed to see her because I was depressed. My best friend committed suicide, after telling me that he faked everything. You let me think you were dead, and almost let me die too"

"Tate is your therapist John" Sherlock replied, confusion present in his tone.

"I thought you were dead Sherlock! I wept at your grave, I couldn't stay in the flat, I couldn't touch your stuff. I tried everything to get you back, you never came back" John snapped.

"I'm here now"

"I don't want you to be, get out."

"Wait. One more minute"

"What?"

"I wanted to tell you, I did. I was worried you would die"

"I almost did"

"I've lived my life alone, that all changed when I met you. Something told me I needed to pair up with you. Some random tiny man I met on the street"

John scowled at the blow to his height.

"Anyways, you can't deny we had some good times, but I had to"

"Get out." John hissed. Sherlock's reasoning wasn't good enough.

"Fair enough," Sherlock said "Thank you for the tea. I'll see you around John"

Sherlock grabbed his coat and scarf, he walked out the door. John watched as his coat swayed behind him and listened to the door close.

John raced after Sherlock, he didn't know why. But he did it.

"Sherlock! Wait!" John called after him.

"John, I won't have you invite me back just to throw me out again, this is my third time walking down Baker Street in the past hour. Please, don't make me do it again"

John stared at the man, his dark hair tousled and covered in snow, his cheekbones were flushed from the cold, his jacket was crooked, his scarf was soaked from the snow and his lips were chapped.

John launched his arms around his friend. "I'm sorry Sherlock, I missed you. Come home" he said into Sherlock's chest.

Sherlock took a moment to regain himself before returning the embrace. "Of course John"

They walked close together but silently back to their flat, because that is where they belonged and they both knew it.



That's all I had before series 3 came on, I wanted to keep this strictly theory so I had to stop due to the fact I've seen series 3, I may or may not have a series 3 Moriarty fic :)

Thanks for reading!