Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 2 - Surprise?

A/N: Sorry the first chapter was so short but i just wanted to make sure I gave myself time to concentrate on what's coming next (so i reallllly hope you like it guys)

John's POV:

I cannot believe his luck. Sherlock Holmes can get away with murder... Literally. I suppose his brother is almost single-handedly the British Secret Service, but Sherlock had Shot Charles Magnussen. Point blank too... The one thing he never wanted to do was become a killer?

Although the thoughts of Sherlocks actions haunted me throught out the journey, my head was dominated by something else.

I'm not loosing him

The whole journey was spent internalising Sherlocks return to England, then again, four minutes isn't long enough to come to terms with his leaving. My plans for the evening were buggered too now. I had planned to throw a small gathering for New Years Eve at Baker Street, partially for recreational purposes but also, I had wanted to surround myself with my friends since it would be my first New Years Eve in years without my best friend while the realisation of never seeing him again would slowly creep into his thoughts. I know Sherlock can be rude, ignorant, arrogant, condesending.. Whats my point again? Oh yes, Holidays would not be the same without the detective and the beautifully sad sound of his violin which Mrs Hudson demanded he played.

I tried to idly mention the party to Sherlock at which point the previous topic was dropped and the detectives head spun to face me at such a speed I thought it was about to fall off of his shoulders. "You cannot be serious?" He groaned. "Is it not bad enough you insist we take part in the ridiculous tradition of the 'countdown' annually but I have to endure the pain with people too"

I sighed gently. "Sherlock, considering the plans did not concern you until about.." I glanced at my watch, "Um, 50 minutes ago, you better accept defeat because I will not have a repeat of the tatrum you threw during christmas dinner Sherl-"

"John, we both know that crackers a rigged so a certain side will be the winner. I had already deduced the winning side when Scotland Yard grabbe-"

"Sherlock! Greg won the little set of screwdrivers. God Knows that I would only of used them as weaponary against you. I was in the army.. Remeber." We chuckled lightly together. I cannot fathom the words to explain how different my life would had been if Sherlock had gotten to Europe. I was just glad he was staying at home. Baker Street would never have been the same... The cab pulled up outside of the flat, Sherlock flung himself from the car, I gave Mycrofts driver a polite nod before following him. We stood looking at the brass numbers on the door 221B. Sherlock looked down at me, was he smiling at me? Not his usual fake smile, this grin reached his eyes and I could see them swimming with delight. "Shall we?" Sherlock gestured for me to enter. "Mind the step, John" I walked past him

"Mrs Hudson We're Home"