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[Sherlock's watching from a distance. It has been several months since his 'death.' He is debating what his next move should be. He hates seeing John like this, but it's for John's own good.

Finally he pulls out his mobile and sends an anonymous text.]

He is watching over you.

[ John frowns even further at the text. ]

Don't whoever you are Irene, Mycroft... don't just stop.

[Sherlock can't resist - He misses his friend and feels poorly for the burden he's placed on Molly. Another anonymous text.]

You asked the same thing of him at his grave.

[ Blink looking around a bit. He was alone. ]

Who is this.

[ Dozens of thoughts go through his mind and he wishes he had his gun on him. ]

[Another reply this one coming quicker.]

Alleyway. Two blocks South and one block East.
You know the one. Come alone.
Don't attract attention.

All this cloak and dagger business, I am unarmed, you think I am thick enough to go to some Ally alone unarmed after all that's happened. [ He sits on the wall for a moment, but the adrenaline junkie in him can't resist, so he finds himself walking. ]

[As Sherlock knew he would. He's been watching over John the entire time - John's been bored. And now... he supposed it was safe enough. Sherlock is grinning from ear to ear and if a tear is slipping down his cheek, well who could blame him?

When John comes around the corner, he grabs him and uses his hand to cover John's mouth. John should be able to tell by the grip that the person who grabbed him means no harm.]

Keep your voice down.

[He loosens his grip slowly and finally releases John completely. He really hopes that John doesn't make any noise. After all the work he's done, he doesn't need his cover blown.]

[ John gasps but calms him self and we he sees Sherlock... when he sees Sherlock he punches him in the face, before pulling him into a hug. ]

you... you... you foul... you ass.

[Sherlock didn't have time to block the punch or the hug. But this once, he doesn't mind. Of course he has to correct John first.]

John, please, keep your voice down.

[But he swallows and pulls out of the hug enough to look at John. He gives him a smile and then:]

I am sorry...

[ John lowers his voice but there is a mix of anger and hurt in his voice. ]

You couldn't tell me? You couldn't let me in on your game. Did Mycroft know... [ He starts to look Sherlock over to think, malnourished, hasn't been sleeping enough. ] Why keep me in the dark...

[John would be right about the malnutrition. Sherlock gestures to a small boarded up window covering that is actually serving as a door. He's looking around nervously.]

Inside.

[Sherlock trusts that John will do as he's told. Once they are both inside, Sherlock secures the door and turns on a large camping torch, which illuminates the... cubby... he has been living in. There's a chair that he gestures.]
Have a seat.

[Sherlock sits on the cot opposite the chair. He's quiet for a long time before he speaks again.]

Everyone was in the dark, John. Everyone. It was for everyone's safety.

[ John looks around the place Sherlock's been staying and frowns. ]

Tell me now, explain. You didn't think I could take care of myself couldn't help you.

[ he sighs pausing Sherlock never did anything with out reason but this hurt, this hurt more then his death, though he was over joyed that his best friend was still alive. ]

You need food and a shower.

[He sighs and hangs his head slightly, he knows he deserves every bit of it.]

Time for those later... Your request first.

[He pauses.]

I... had to... I figured it out. The last thing that Moriarty needed: the suicide of a guilty man. Even if that suicide was murder. John, it was you, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade or me, in the end.

So you did it for your friends. [ He smiles a little now. ] Moriarty is... was a nutcase if I ever saw one.

But he's dead... things have cooled down now, you can come back. There is no point in this [ He gestures around. ]

[Sherlock is trying and failing at coy.]

Your... sentimentality... rubbed off on me a bit...

[In other words: Damn right I did! What did you expect?

He shakes his head at John's suggestion.]

No, I don't think it will ever be safe for me again. Like you said, I attracted too much attention.

[He swallows hard. So much he wants to know, he's been able to get limited information from Molly by way of Lestrade, but third-hand news is never adequate.]

How is Mrs. Hudson?

It could be safe for you... we can handle this, now that he's gone.

[ John sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. ]

She is fine, still hasn't rented out your room, but she is fine and safe. Misses you most people do. Well your friends anyway.

John, you can't tell her. Besides you, only one other person knows that I'm alive... and it's not Mycroft. You can't tell anyone.

[He pauses. Don't mention the tear that just slid down his cheek, as he thinks about what this is doing to his friends. It's hard to have nerves of steele when one of those friends is no more than 4 feet away from him.]

And y-you? How have you been?

[Never mind that he's been following John, he needs to hear it from John himself.]

[ John blinks at the tear, but doesn't say anything. ]

Why tell me, you're alive. Why, when you can't come back... [ He cuts himself off and scrubs his hands up and down his face. ]

Honestly, I've been better. It was getting easier, didn't hurt less but it was getting easier.

[He sighs, this is so much harder than he thought it would be. Being sentimental is screwing with his head.]

The same reason you told Irene Adler to tell me she was alive. [He pauses.] And I heard what you said at the funeral. [It wasn't much of a funeral, but Sherlock hadn't had high hopes.] And I meant what I said on the phone. [He pauses.] Well, not all of it... but everything that wasn't a lie.

I know... I may not see everything you do, but I do understand people, and no matter what you say your are people, just not most people. [ He nods ]

Alright so what after this, you're just going to disappear again? [ Leave him again. ]

[Oh, he heard the subtext of that one.]

I never left you. [Not really. He pauses for a long time. John might think Sherlock has nothing more to say.]

I don't know yet. Everyone is safe now and I'm safe enough here.

[ John shakes his head. ] You did, you died, you left me, you where gone.... [ I was alone again. ]

It's a two way street, Sherlock... you care for us, we care for you. You don't have to keep on like this. This isn't a way to live.

[He looks around his cubby. Oh John, he's about to disappoint you.]

It's not that bad... Different. An adventure every night!

As to the rest... Those that need to know, know. Now that's increased to two of you.

[Yes, he expects John to be grateful.]

[ John just blinks and shakes his head. ]

Sherlock, I was starting to cope starting to feel better, don't get me wrong, I am so happy you are alive, but how is me knowing, how is it going to make anything better, when you living with cockroaches and when I probably wont see you again after today.

[This... angers Sherlock. He doesn't know why, but it does.]

Fine. Then go! You're the one who's decided I won't be here anymore, I never said anything of the sort!

[He's so cross, he stands suddenly and whacks his head on a low beam. Which sends him back into sitting on the cot, holding his head.]

Owwwwww.

Bumping the timeline slightly XD

<3 <3 <3

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Headcanon ahoy :P

mmmm Head Cannon I approve.

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I was debating about Moriarty... but this was one of my options.

nodnod

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I just want to smash them back together.

Doesn't work that way, sorry :(

It's okay, I am actually really enjoying this thread. They will get there.

Sherlock thinks it will take a few more threads. XD

a few threads or one long one.

Don't know. He's Sherlock, sometimes I can't even read him XD -last post tonight.