BBC Sherlock pre-season 4

John stands watching as Sherlock's plane departs. He knows that what Sherlock meant to say wasn't going to just be 'Sherlock is actually a girl's name'.

John ponders if his friend knows that he may be going to his death and that he would never get to say those last words, whatever he had wanted to say. He wonders what it could have been and on the bridge of tears he holds on to Mary while barley keeping it together.

Suddenly the plane turns around and starts to land.

John reaches out, feeling like he was compelled to run after the landing plane, he didn't know what was happening he just wanted any chance to hear those last unspoken words.

Mary grabs his arm and pulls him back.

He watches as Sherlock steps out of the plane and pulls up his coat collar illuminating his cheek bones.

John chokes when he sees Sherlock and tears start streaming down his face as he breaks through Mary's grip and runs towards his flatmate yelling his name.

Was Sherlock just coming to tell him what he was actually thinking, those last words? Or was he actually coming back? Was he getting his best friend back after all?

Sherlock ran quickly down the stairs to meet his friend while ruffling the mop of curls on his head.

_Sherlock- "John. You didn't really think I'd leave my blogger did you? I'd be lost without my blogger, besides Britain needs me. We're back in business!!" he says excitedly.

John stands there looking at his friend in shock, he was really getting his friend back? He wasn't going to leave him?

John couldn't help but feel a wave of annoyance towards Sherlock for worrying him like that.

John clears his throat and picks up his pace, almost to a jog, to catch up with Sherlock's long strides. John was subconsciously blinking back the tears streaming down his face, and his face was still visibly red.

Sherlock's was the same as always, the expressionless poker face that could stare you down and give you chills, except this time his eyes were slightly red and puffy. There was a deep sadness visible inside the blueness of them.

_John -"You weren't crying, were you Sherlock?" he asks surprised.

_Sherlock -"Course not- from the state of you I'd say you were...- And still are.". He added as an afterthought, pointing to the tears still streaming down his face.

John puts a hand to his face and is surprised yet again to see that his cheek is wet. He wipes at his face angrily making his eyes redder in the process.

He steps in Sherlock's path determined to get an answer.

"You were going to leave me, again!" John said exasperated.

Sherlock responds seemingly unfazed, "I was protecting you, John. And Mary. I saved Mary for you, John.".

John blinks at him surprised for the umpteenth time in just a few agonizing moments,"Yes, but why?".

John was now out of breath, aggravated, and a bit sad all at the same time and these feelings weren't helping him with this confusion.

Sherlock straightens himself up and clears his throat, getting himself together, as he fixes his coat. Why was John so worried about him? John didn't really care all that much for him, did he?

Sherlock turns around to face John...

Sherlock looks John straight in the eyes, "I didn't have much choice. Does it matter?".