A/N: This is my first ever FanFic guys, so any feedback is welcomed and appreciated. I don't know how long I'll take (hopefully not very) but I reallllllllly hope you guys enjoy it.
Its post-s3 (but Mary hasn't been included, because JohnLock)
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Sherlocks P.O.V;
I hung up on Mycrofts call almost immediatley. I felt the plane sharply turn, retreating to the airport we had just planned to swiftly leave. I barely noticed the private jet Mycroft had so easily aquired had landed until the doors to the cockpit swung open and the pilot exited. I knew I had only seconds to compose myself before following suit. I rose and made my way to the door of the jet whilst drying my damp cheeks with the corner of my sleve. Only a single tear had time to escape before I got the call. The Call. The call that had brought me back to England, but more importantly, John.
John.
I shook my head. I was almost feeling again. I let the emotion drain from my face, wiping the sweat from my brow and pulling my coat tighter around me, I stepped out of the jet.
The blast of cold winds hit me, I realised how much I would have missed the cold nipping at my ears and fingers, humidity is not something I value much... I stare across the abandonded air strip, breathing in England and every last aspect of it from the grey, pathetic-looking clouds, to the trodden down, slightly brown grass blowing in th-. A hand made contact with my back. I spun round to my dissapointment, it was Mycroft. "Little Brother, you seemed to have lucked out again. For God's sake Sherlock. This time Behave!" We could both hear John Jogging over to where we stood. This left Mycroft barely any time to mutter "For Mother". I gave the smallest of nods. Mycroft simply gestured farewell using his umbrella before climbing into the backseat of his Jaguar.
By the time the car door had shut behind Mycroft, John had made his way to me. He was beaming up at me in awe of the luck I appear to be having today. "You jammy bloody git! Only you. Only bloody YOU Sherlock Holmes could get away with killing a man! I mean the guy had it coming, blackmailing everyone and all.. but I mean COME ON??? How do you do it?" I simply chuckled to myself. "John, It's nice to see you too... may we go home, please? After all, It's New Years Eve"
We headed towards the car which had brought us to the air strip. Headed for home my mind was occupied with only one thought. How good it was to know I will never have to leave John again.
The return of Moriarty hadn't entered my mind...
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Eastern Winds (JohnLock)
FanfictionSherlock had a lucky escape after Mycroft summoned his brother back to England since Moriarty has returned. The only thing Sherlock has been able to think about is not about Moriarty but his blogger, John Watson.
