To Lose A Loved One (Johnlock)

Chapter Three

"JOHN DROP THE GUN!"
The gun slipped from Johns hand as he ran to Sherlock, his eyes skimmed over him looking for a entry hole
"John I wasn't shot, it was Lestrades gun."
Johns eyes flickered over to the man standing at the entrance.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"A few minutes." Lestrades answered
"At least you didn't shoot me right?" Sherlock said jokingly
Johns hand balled into a fist
"So John what's happened since I've been gone?"
That was Johns last straw as he raised his fist and punched Sherlock. Sherlock fell to the ground groaning in pain,
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR JOHN?"
"YOU JUST COME BACK HERE LIKE YOU NEVER LEFT, LIKES ITS ONE BIG JOKE, THAT FAKING YOUR DEATH IS A BLOODY OKAY THING TO DO."
"John..."
"No shut up Sherlock. You left...You were DEAD" Johns anger grew as continued "I checked the body you were dead, no pulse, NOTHING!"
"John, please, I can explain" Sherlock voice was barely a whisper
"I don't want an explanation"
"What do you want, if I didn't jump you'd be dead, they had a sniper pointed at you, Lestrade and Mrs Hudson, I couldn't let any of you die, don't you understand John, if I never died you would and if you died I wouldn't be me, because I'd be lost without my blogger, and I'm sorry John, I've never been more sorry in my whole entire life."
John was shocked at Sherlock's sudden outburst but smiled
"That's all I wanted Sherlock, an apology, just one question, how long were you standing behind me? Before you stopped me?"
"A few seconds, why?" The lie slipped from Sherlock's mouth without a seconds thought
"Nothing it's just I was speaking to your... well the grave, I was wondering what you heard."
"Nothing, I heard you shout something but I couldn't make out what you said."
"Doesn't matter it was nothing important."
A sad smile showed on Sherlock's mouth
'Its is important John and I love you to but I can never admit that'
"SHERLOCK"
He dragged himself from within his mind and looked to who was shouting,
"Yes, Lestrade?"
"Your brother is calling."
Sherlock grabbed the phone and walked way from the group of people
"What Mycroft?"
"Ah brother dear, how's John?"
"You can see everything Mycroft so you know he's fine"
"Did you tell him? Because I know he said it"
"No Mycroft I didn't"
"Well do so, or you may break his heart" Mycroft scoffed "Sentiment, remember Sherlock, Caring is not an advantage."
"How could I not know that you never stop saying it."
He hung up and tossed the phone back to Lestrade,
"C'mon John"
"What? Where are we going?"
"Home, to 221B Baker Street"
"Sherlock I haven't lived there for nearly two years I couldn't take it"
"Oh, did Mrs Hudson rent it back out?"
"No she couldn't bring herself to move all your stuff."
"Well I'll be going back there, if you want to return you can"
"I don't think so Sherlock, I may accept the apology doesn't mean your forgiven, I don't think I ever can forgive you, Lestrade can you give me a lift home?"
"Sure"
"John... please"
"Just piss off Sherlock, you managed it for two years so do it again"
And with that Sherlock was left alone, like he had been for so long, he dragged his feet as he headed home, but it wasn't home, not with John gone,
'Its your fault'
'Shut up'
'You should've came back sooner or told him sooner'
'Stop it'
'You deserve it'
'I know'
'Good'
The internal debate continued till he found himself outside his old home, he smiled as he knocked, Mrs Hudson open the door not looking up
"Hello"
"Nice to see you again"
Her head snapped up to the face of the man she thought dead and screamed slamming the door in his face.

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