Heartbreaking Choice

JOHN POV

It's been almost 2 years now. Two years after Sherlock's death and I'm still having nightmares, still having dreams of what I could have done differently to save him. No matter how much time passes I don't think I'll ever completely move on.

"Good morning, sleepy head. I think you had another nightmare last night."

"Morning, Mary." I got walked over to give her a kiss on the cheek."And yes, I did have another nighmare last night." I sighed and sat down at our table. We had just moved into our new flat, and some of our things were still in boxes. A few months after Sherlock's death, Lestrade somehow managed to set me up on a date with an old friend of his. Mary Morstan. After all this time, I honestly didnt think I'd ever be able to have a relationship with someone, but Mary was different. There was something about her, something that brought me to her, like a moth to a light. Whatever it was, I was just thankful it was there.

"So Mary, I was thinking maybe we could go to that new restaurant you've been wanting to try latter tonight."

"Why so fancy all of a sudden. What happened to the elbows-on-the-table John I fell in love with?"

"Oh...well I was just wondering, I mean..we dont have to. We could just order pizza or something." I was planning on asking Mary to marry me at the restaurant, but I suppose proposing to someone over a pizza dinner is just as romantic.

"I'm just kidding John I'd love to go. You don't have to get all awkard."

"It's part of my charm," I chuckled as I went over to hug her. "you know, you're the best thing that's happened to me since...well you know."

"I agree. I am the best thing that could've happened to you."

SHERLOCK POV

Two years. Two years since I "died". Two years since Moriarty shot himself. Two years and I'm ready to go back London, back to solving cases.

Back to John.

The only problem is, everyone thinks I'm dead. Well almost everyone...

"Little brother, how are you feeling? Excited one might say."

"Oh please Mycroft. All I'm doing is coming back after 2 years of people thinking I was dead. Might as well make it a bit fun. Show up at Baker Street and, who knows? Maybe even jump out of a cake."

"Baker street, little brother? John doesnt live there anymore. It's been 2 years. He's moved on with his life."

"What life? I've been away. "

We we're in one of Mycroft's secret under ground buildings. Anthea came in carrying my black trenchcoat and blue scarf. As I tied it around my neck I asked Mycroft if he could tell me where John was going to be later tonight.

"Do you honestly think I know? We hardly talked when you were alive. Do you really think he'd talk to me after your "death"?"

"Oh come on Mycroft, I know you have your eyes everywhere, so just spit it out already."

"Fine", Mycroft sighed. "He'll be at the new French restaurant that just opened up."

"Great I'll jus-"

"With his new lady friend I might add," Mycroft sniggered. He seemed to think that I had some sort of emotional attachment to John. But he and I both know that caring is not an advantage.

"Well I don't see how that would make any sort of difference",I replied quickly. Maybe a bit to quickly.

"Well, I wish you luck little brother and do be careful.", Mycroft said. Even without looking at his face I knew he was smirking. I left the room without another word.

It was 6:17 right now. It would take me 20 minutes to get to the restaurant, and according to Mycroft, he'd be there at 7:20. I had quite a bit of extra time, so I decided to use it on how I would present myself to John. Would I be a tourist asking for directions? Or maybe a stranger that accidentally bumps into him at the table. No, no, no.

Suddenly I knew what I had to do. But first.... "Anthea, you don't happen to have a tuxedo my size do you?"