Johnlock Fluff (mostly) Oneshots

He's Back

So I didn't manage to get my notebook back today, sorry, but it turns out I wrote a plan out on Samsung Notes a few days ago when I was on the bus and I couldn't actually write it out. The only title I actually have for this one is "To Write Out But I Can't Rn Cuz I'm On The Bus" so yeah. I think the title I had was "He Returns" or something like that but idk so I'll the real title when possible. (Update - I added a title lol)

John's POV 
Sherlock was back. He was actually back. He wasn't buried six feet under the ground, slowly rotting away. He was in his room sleeping. 

I was ecstatic at the news, of course I was. I'd just found out that my best friend hadn't actually jumped off of a 7 story (idk how tall St Bart's was so let's go with this) building. But no matter how happy I was to have him back, it didn't change the fact that he left me to grieve for 2 years. While I had "moved on" and found Mary, in no way was I happy with her. She was wonderful, she just wasn't Sherlock. That's why I ended things with her as soon as Sherlock made contact again. 

Before I knew it, I was back living in 221B Baker Street with a crazy sociopathic genius who, on occasion, shot the wall, and I didn't want it any other way. 

Everything was back to normal and going well until the thoughts entered my head, and how I hated it. They kept on telling me that he was going to jump again. That's when the nightmares started again. It was always the same one - all it was was an exact replay of what happened, the whole speech. 

"John"

"Sherlock, you okay?"

"Turn around and walk back the way you came"

"I'm coming in"

"Just do as I ask, please"

"Where?"

"Stop there"

"Sherlock?"

"Okay, look up. I'm on the rooftop"

"Oh, God, I-I..."

"I can't come down so we'll just have to do it like this"

"What's going on?"

"An apology. It's all true, everything they said about me. I invented Moriarty"

"Why are you saying this?"

"I'm a fake"

"Sherlock"

"The newspapers were right all along. I want you to tell Lestrade, I want you to tell Mrs Hudson... and Molly... in fact, tell everyone who will listen to you. That I invented Moriarty for my own purposes."

"Okay. Shut up, Sherlock, shut up. The first time we met, the first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?"

"Nobody could be that clever"

"You could"

"I researched you. Before we met, I discovered everything that I could to impress you. It's a trick. It's a magic trick"

"Alright, stop it now..."

"No. Stay exactly where you are. Don't move, alright, keep your eyes fixed on me. Please. Would you do this for me?"

"Do what?" 

"This phone call. It's my note. It's what people do, don't they? Leave a note?"

"Leave a note when?"

"Goodbye, John"

"No... don't... SHERLOCK!!!"