Oneshots || johnlock

I heard you

A/N Got to be honest I've not written in nearly a year and it's 2 am rn so this isn't great

Tw : kinda angsty

3rd Person

John walked into 221b the same solemn face he'd warn for the past two years adorned his face. The apartment its self was still the same as it had been on that faithful day , now a ghost,  the laughter and warm smiles gone now just a cold shell where watson spent his days.

Carefully the man ran his hand over the chair that hadn't been sat on since that day , a small smile lifted at his lips as for a small time as he let himself remember  the man who had sat there . His soft black locks , his piecing eyes,  his cocky smile . He never allowed himself to rember long,  the happy images quickly Turing into something much darker . A phone , a fall , the blood. John quickly retracted his hand as If the chair had burnt him. He shook his head trying in a desperate attempt to rid himself of those images. They never really went.

The world kept turning,  the newspapers headlines changed,  Mrs Hudson carried on making her tea , lastrard carried on solving crime and yet John stayed the same , holding onto the pitiful hope that maybe just maybe he was alive.

They'd tried to help,  Mrs Hudson had even set him up a lovely woman,  Mary her name was . She was nice enough but she wasn't him,  no one would ever be him. John hadn't known,  god he didn't even know he swung that way , John chuckles to himself he bets he knew. That's the ironic thing really,  like a sick game the universe likes to play,  you don't realise something until it's to late. John was in love with sherlock Holmes , and now he just wishes he could tell him.

He'd wondered into the kitchen while in thought,  that's what he did most days now , just floated around without much thought to what he was doing. Suddenly like a knife through butter a noise cut through his thoughts. It was footsteps. He knew it must of been Mrs Hudson , she after all was the only one who could get in , he called out into the silence "hello Mrs Hudson,  what could I do for you ? "

There was nothing,  no sign another person was even in the flat with him at all. Confused John put down the mug he'd picked up to start making a cup of tea and started his cautious walk to the living room.

When he entered he felt like a thousand bricks had comedown on his chest , his lungs started closing in on him and he gasped desperately for breath . The man who stood there was just as beautiful as he always had been,  his hair a little longer and eyes slightly more tired but it was still him.

"I see nothings changed while I've been gone " the soft smirk that was saved just for him was on his face. Tears started flowing down his face as he hiccuped and gasped. "You died , you were dead "

"I -" sherlock started but John didn't stop.  "You died sherlock I saw your body,  you left me sherlock , YOU funking left me arsehole" sherlock stepped back in shock at the out burst , he didn't know how react to this. 

John finally calmed from his anger instead he was shaken with sobs, "I asked you not to be dead sherl,  god I missed you,  you came back " sherlock moved forward now enveloping the smaller man in a warm embrace .

"I heard you " was all he said before he leaned down and pressed his lips to Johns. It was like fireworks exploded around them,  their lips fit perfectly like a puzzle peice that they had been looking for all their lifes , it was soft and filled with love.  They finally came up for air , John's head found his way to sherlock chest listening to the heart beat our the man he loved , the man he never knew he would hold again.

"I don't care how or why you did it , all I care is I have you  now and I'm not letting go" he mumbled

Sherlock pulled John closer and said simply.  "I'm not going any where"

The end

A/N this is dedicated to my friend! !! Who is also a huge nerd of sherlock,  love you boi xx