Only Yours

5

John's P.O.V

I am running through a field in my dream. At the end is a tall, thin object, most likely a lamppost or something. I don't know why I am running towards it but I am and I keep going. As I get closer I realise that it is a person, not an object, and as I get within the last few metres of the person I realise it is Sherlock, with his arms outstretched and his black curly hair waving slightly in the wind. 'John!' he shouts and I speed up. But the next words are different. 'Wake up! Please, John, wake up!'

I come to with someone shaking me as hard as they can. I cannot see properly but they are wearing a long coat and have dark hair. They release me and I jump up, backing away as they turn away from me, breathing hard. Then the person turns around.

'John, John, I thought I had lost you!'

It's Sherlock.

I back so far away from him I am against the wall. At first I think I am imagining it: that the hallucinations have returned. But he seems so real, so there that I know he is real.

Sherlock Holmes is not dead.

He looks around the room, getting in control of his breathing. He sees the scarf on the bedside table and goes around to pick it up. 'I missed this.'

I lose it.

I jump over the bed and grab hold of his coat in one hand and punch him, as hard as I can, in the face.

'Where the hell were you? Why the hell did you leave me? I thought you were dead, Sherlock Holmes! I saw you dead! I took your pulse, for fucks sake!'

He sits up, nursing his now swollen cheek. 'Squash ball under the armpit, John.'

'And can you explain the falling five stories and SURVIVING?' I scream at him.

'An airbag, John. I knew that Moriarty would make me jump. He told me that if I didn't, then the three highly trained snipers with their guns trained on you, Lestrade and Mrs Hudson would shoot immediately. After he killed himself, I called my brother and had my homeless network bring it around. That was why I made you stay in that particular spot. I fell and landed on the airbag as Molly-'

'So both Mycroft and Molly were in on this.' I am beyond angry.

'Yes, and some of my homeless network.'

'So just Molly, Mycroft and a hundred tramps.'

'No!' He has the nerve to laugh. If I wasn't so happy to see him again, so happy to see him laugh, I would kill him.

'Around 25 tramps.'

Sherlock's P.O.V

After John punches me for the second time, I decide to stay at least three metres away from him until he calms down.

'So I had deduced that the reason that the little girl who had screamed at me after we found her was because Moriarty had found a man who looked a lot like me to kidnap her and her brother, and he would have had to have been terminated afterwards. Sure enough, we found him in a morgue. That was the person you saw before you were hit by our carefully timed cyclist. Then while you were out of action I simply lay down, had some fake blood put over me by the homeless network and placed the ball under my armpit. I have been gone for this long because I had to track down the snipers, just in case. I shouldn't even be here now: Mycroft had to take care of the last one.'