Sherlock + GN! Reader + Watson

"Hello"

A/N: This takes place after Sherlock returns from his apparent jump. So spoiler alert if you haven't finished watching the BBC! Sherlock show...either. I also changed a scene a little where Sherlock actually meets (y/n) ans Watson at the flat instead of Watson and Mary at the restaurant. Also, they are a wee bit OOC, but i had to make sure it "fits". And lastly, LANGUAGE. LAANGUAGE Y'ALL.

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Brief waves of footsteps creaked heavily underneath the wooden ground as a tall male with dark chocolate, curly hair was messily clumped on top of his head, ascended up the two flights of stairs rather quite swiftly. One may even say in a rush to go back somewhere.

This male's name is Sherlock Holmes. A sociopathic detective well-known amongst the British citizens and afar. Apparently (and now known), this high-functioning sociopath detective decided to take a literal jump off a tall building in an attempt to eradicate the voices in his head.

After quite sometime of Sherlock's death, the said man decided to reappear on London's streets and roam the busy roads once more, but in silence - almost ghostly - letting no one know his presence be known yet again.

Anyway, Sherlock paused at his flat's door for a swift second to collect himself before thrusting his boney hand to the doorknob and twisting it open, leading himself in once the door was completely wide enough for him to march in.

He, however, does not know that both of his flatmates had been already inside all nestled in their designated seats that belonged to either of the three friend's.

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Not expecting anyone to be inside, of course, Sherlock did his typical stride walk only to stop hastily midstep of his stride when he took notice of two familiar heads; (h/c)(hairstyle) and unusual blond-gray mix with a little bit of brown short hair.

Sherlock's unique blue eyes widen in shock before falling back to his neutral face.

"(Y/n)? John?", Sherlock, who couldn't find exactly the right words nor the right tone, softly called out while standing stiffly near the now closed door.

However, it was loud enough for the said people's. (y/n) flinched in surprise and slowly turned around to face that familiar yet almost forgotten voice. John, on the other hand, stilled in his chair, his body began to tremble violently not too shortly afterwards, and the newspaper in John's hand began to crinkle a tad bit.

He gritted his teeth when he heard the voice as well.

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You shifted in your seat so that you can turn to face the man that left both you and John in near devastating conditions.

You had a near damn heart attack of who it was.

"Sherlock?!", you voice croaked as you gasped out as well. Fresh tears were pouring down your cheeks now. You were gripping tightly on the backseat of your seat as your body were hit with massive waves of emotions that you thought you were becoming numb to.

"How-?", before you could finish, John slammed the poor newspaper on the coffee table and growled out, "Sherlock, you bloody bastard!"

Sherlock and you turned your heads toward John, his sudden outburst shocking the both of you guy's since he was typically the calm, collected, and reasonably the level-headed one amongst the three of you guy's.

This surprising outraged from John, and considering from his perspective, he was in the right position to be right off pissed at Sherlock, caused the detective to shuffle a milicentimeter from his rooted spot.