Time Makes it Harder (JohnLock)

Coming Home

(A/N Hey people! Welcome to another fanfiction! I hope you enjoy! Please comment, vote and share!

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John waits at the train station, shuffling his feet and looking at the ground, and sign clutched in his right hand. At the sound of the distant train whistle his head snaps up and at the sight of the large vehicle he holds up the sign, a huge smile crossing his face.

    He remembers how much time and thought he put into making this sign perfect for his boyfriend. When the train stops, many soldiers, men and women get off, but John recognizes Sherlock immediately by the head of unruly black hair and sharp cheekbones. Sherlock notices him right away and practically runs into his arms.

    Their lips come together in a long deserved kiss, and it makes both men relax, finally being in each other's arms again. "I love the sign." Sherlock says, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss and John's loving embrace.

    "I worked hard on it. I'm so glad you like it." He glances down at the sign he's holding.

    I'd wait for you forever, but 426 days is long enough

    Sherlock smiles and kisses John again.

    "Are you ready to go home?" Sherlock smiles and kisses John again, his chin cupped in the soldier's hand.

    "So ready. Have I told you how good you look in camouflage?" John smiles as they walk away from the train station, hand in hand, both their hearts beating in love and anticipation, so glad to be together once again.

    They hail a cab and tell the cabbie their address. As they near their destination, Sherlock becomes fidgety and nervous, his leg bouncing and hands shaking.

    "Are you nervous?" John puts his hand over his boyfriend's the shaking decreasing at the contact.

    "Yeah, I mean, I haven't been home in over a year. It's more excitement than nervousness." He gives a shaky smile and leans down to kiss John, the kiss not breaking, John's hand tangling in Sherlock's hair pulling him closer. Their kiss only breaks when the cabbie clears his throat because they're at their destination.

    They both thank that cabbie and climb the steps to their flat with shaking steps.

    "John!" Sherlock exclaims. "Nothing has changed!"

    "Of course not, why would it?" John chuckles and follows Sherlock as he wanders the flat, taking it all in again.

    "Well, I assumed that you would tidy up a bit, make it more bearable for  you since I wasn't here." Sherlock says, his voice lowering.

    "I would never do that. I couldn't because I missed you so much and to tidy up would make it seem like you were gone forever. I couldn't bear to think about that." Tears come to John's eyes as he thinks about the possibility of Sherlock not coming home.

    "It's ok babe. I'm here now." Sherlock pulls John into a hug and kisses his head, breathing in the fresh scent of his hair.

    "I love you Sherlock, I missed you so much." John lifts his head and a fresh tear falls from his face. Sherlock leans his face down to kiss the place where the tear fell.

    "I love you John Watson."

    They kiss for a few minutes, taking in the existence of one another, loving the smell and presence of the other man.

    "Are you hungry?" Sherlock asked pulling away.

    "Yeah, starving." John says, staring into Sherlock's eyes.

    "Should we get takeout?" John nods at Sherlock's suggestion and then dives for the phone. John makes weird faces at Sherlock, trying to make him laugh while he's on the phone. Sherlock hangs up and immediately tackles John, tickling him until he can't breath. Sherlock kisses John's neck and smiles.

    "Let's make a fort." John says quietly.

    "What was that love?" Sherlock says climbing off John and laying on the floor next to him.

    "I said let's make a fort." John says turning his head to look at Sherlock.

    "That's a stupid idea." Sherlock says and turns away. They are both silent. "Let's do it." They both stand up to gather all the sheets and blankets they can find. They tie the edges to table chairs, bookshelves and anything sturdy they can find, connecting all the corners to the ceiling fan in the middle of the room.

    The doorbell rings and Sherlock runs to the door, tripping over pillows and stray sheets, John laughing as Sherlock gets tangled in a sheet, falling on his face. John, still laughing, walks to the door and opens it, the delivery man's eyes growing wide as he sees the fort, then confused when he looks down to  see Sherlock struggling to get out of the sheet.

    "Thanks so much." John says as he takes the food, and the man leaves dazed. When the door shuts, they both laugh hysterically, falling to the ground and clutching their stomach's.

    "Did you see his face?" Sherlock asks, wiping tears from his face.

    John laughs harder in response and when the laughter finally dies down, they open the food and sit in from of the telly, surrounded by pillows and blankets until the late hours of the night, barely paying attention to the telly, but talking and sharing stories from the past year, expressing just how much they miss each other.