For the first time in a long time, John didn't have a nightmare. He had a dream. A dream filled with Sherlock. Past memories of them running away from the cops, and chasing after murders. And even when he woke up, the dream still continued.
He awoke with surrounded by a familiar smell, Sherlock. He smelled clean, like fresh linen and lilac laced together to create his own mesmerizing scent. His hair was soft, and his curls followed to the bottom of his strong jaw. He felt Sherlock's skin against his own, their fingers laced together. Sherlock kissed each of them softly as he woke up. It took some getting used to; sentimental Sherlock. It was a side to him he'd never seen before but that made it all the more interesting. He was like nicotine, no matter how hard you'd try to quit you couldn't, and he loved it.
John smiled into Sherlock's chest and took in the warmth they both shared. He talked to Sherlock about everything. How he took the fall. The anger, depression, anxiety he went through. And while John talked and cried, Sherlock never stopped holding him. He held him so tight he thought at one point he might have rid him of breath, but he didn't want John to leave. He kissed his cheeks and apologized for hours on end while he held him. He too had felt pain. The drugs made it easy to forget. But he didn't want to forget anything now. And before John fell asleep and slipped away into the dream world, he looked up at Sherlock and said.
"Sherlock?"
"Yes?"
"I forgive you."
The end
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FanfictionA lot can happen when gone for two years. And it certainly has to John. Forgetting about Sherlock and gaining Mary was the best thing to happen; until his best friend came back from the dead. Now John must face his true feelings and face the danger...
