Hello everyone, thank you for sticking with this story even though i haven't posted a chapter in a while. This is my fault completely, this chapter was floating around my inbox for like, a trillion years before i remember i had to post it. Anyway, the fourth chapter is already on, but wont be updated for a few days. I like to keep you waiting, mwhahaha.

This is You Should See Me With A Baftas chapter.

Disclaimer- Mmmm, nah.

John woke up the next morning expecting the 'delusion' to have gone but no, Sherlock was still lying next to him, fast asleep. It couldn't be possible, he had seen Sherlock fall, the hospital confirmed his death, so how could he still be alive? He couldn't be. Sherlock had been gone for three years because he was dead. There had been a funeral and John watched the burial. Yet there he was, lying next to him, so close that John could reach out and touch him. In fact, John did touch Sherlock, he reached out and caught a lock of hair, it was most definitely real. However, John still didn't fully believe that Sherlock wasn't a delusion. He had heard plenty of stories of people imagining ones they have lost, hearing their voices and the like and he knew it wasn't particularly rare. John had been lying there, thinking, for half an hour before Sherlock started to wake up.
"Do you believe that I'm not a delusion yet?"

"I... I'm not sure, I mean, I can touch you, hear you and see you but I don't see how it's possible for you to be alive..."

"I will explain but not right now."

"Surely, Mycroft or someone would've known you were alive though. Mycroft is in control of all the cameras practically, how come he hasn't spotted you?"

"He wasn't looking for me." John nodded and was silent for a few minutes,

"Sherlock?"

"Mm?"

"Why did you take a year to come back?"

"I couldn't come back straight away."

"I understand, but a whole year!? It killed me to see the newspapers calling you a fake, it killed me to know the whole world thought of you as a fraud when I knew you weren't!"

"I know it did John..."

"Then why didn't you come back? Why did you just leave me? You could've just called me! Anything to have let me know you were alive!" John was on the verge of tears, again.

"I couldn't come back until now. You were still at risk. But, if you continue to think I am a delusion, if you ignore everything I say, please remember that I was keeping an eye on you and if things had gotten unmanageable for you, I would have come back." Sherlock wrapped his arms around John. John hugged Sherlock tightly,

"If you are a delusion, which I'm starting to doubt, please don't go yet. I just want you here for a few days."

"I'm staying John. Staying here, with you. Ok?"

"Good." Sherlock smiled,
"I'll make you a cup of tea."
"Now I know you're a delusion. Sherlock Holmes? Make a cup of tea? Never." Sherlock chuckled and unwrapped his arms from around John,
"I'll show you, John Watson. This will be the best tea you've ever tasted." And with that Sherlock left the room to put the kettle on.

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