So, I've been waiting ages to write this chapter, and it is probably one of the ones that I wanted to write most. Sadly, this is not the chapter where John and Sherlock get together, but we're not far off now! This is chapter seven, and I only have three more chapters planned, so we're close to the end. I don't think this story went as well as I'd hoped though. It didn't quite come out the way that I'd wanted it to.
Anyway, enjoy, I know it's been a while!
"Come on Sherlock, you can do this," John whispered, as they stepped out of the taxi. It had been the first time that they had been outside together since Sherlock had returned. The first time that Sherlock would well and truly be vulnerable, but they felt that it was time. Even so, for the first time that John had witnessed, Sherlock Holmes was afraid. For today was the day that they had decided to reveal to the world that Sherlock was alive. Starting with only his closest of friends. Lestrade, and Mrs Hudson, followed by Anderson and Sally. Molly already knew of course, so there was no need to see her that day.
John had sent a text to all of them, and they were meeting at a small cafe near the flat. He was going to go in first, and then Sherlock would follow. Mrs Hudson already knew of course, but John had thought it was best that she was there. Sherlock had never explained his death to her, so it only seemed fair to John that she was there with them. John didn't know how he'd managed to keep it to himself for so long. He had somehow managed, with much effort. And even he was anticipating everyone's reactions when they found out that Sherlock was still alive. Sally and Anderson would be shocked, but then pretend not to care. Mrs Hudson would cry, which was to be expected, even though she already knew. She hadn't stopped crying since Sherlock had come back, and she hadn't been much better before. And Lestrade would just be glad to have him back.
It hurt John to think that nobody had really been that affected by Sherlock's death. No one as much as him anyway. Whilst they'd lost, a work colleague, a friend or even a tenant, John had lost his entire world. It was true that when he died, most people had believed that he was a fraud, but they had to at least have missed him.
As they walked around the corner, John patted Sherlock on the shoulder, and they turned to face each other in the street. They had agreed that John would make sure they were all there, and sat down. He would tell them that he had some news, some very important news, and once he felt that they were ready, he would text Sherlock, and he would come in. Sherlock nodded, and John set off towards the cafe. He stepped through the doorway, hearing the bell ring against the door frame.
He shook off his coat, and threw it onto a coat-hook next to the door, and searched the cafe for the small meeting that he had gathered. He saw them all seated at a table in the far corner, and made his way towards them. He noticed that Sally and Anderson were sat as far away from each other as they could get, Anderson at one end, and Sally at the other. Lestrade was on the corner next to Anderson, and Mrs Hudson next to Sally. They all looked up from their conversations to meet John's eyes, and smiled at him widely. It was probably the first time they'd all seen him out of the flat of his own free will since Sherlock's death. It was easier for John to think about it now that he knew Sherlock was alive.
He took his seat across from Lestrade, and folded his hands in front of him.
"So, um . . . there is a reason that I've brought you all here, and . . . it's very important." John muttered, as they all leaned in to hear better. He didn't know quite how to phrase it, so they had agreed that Sherlock would explain it himself. "I just want . . . I want you to keep an open mind when you . . . well, when you see, I guess. Just . . . try not to be angry."
"What on Earth are you talking about, dear?" Mrs Hudson asked, reaching across the table to touch his hand gently. John sighed, took out his phone, and sent the text to Sherlock. It amazed him that Mrs Hudson really didn't know what he was talking about.
Now. - JW
"You'll see." John replied, refusing to say any more. He could tell that they were all confused and anxious, but he wanted them to see for themselves. If he was being honest, he was also trying to hide a small smile. They had no idea what was coming. And he didn't even turn as he heard the bell ring over the doorway again, and chose to watch their expressions.
Mrs Hudson looked as though she was about to cry, which John had expected. Her bottom lip began to tremble, and her wrinkled hand shot up to cover her mouth in shock. Her breathing seemed to have quickened, and her eyes were watering. She had already known of course, but all week, every time she saw Sherlock, she burst into tears all over again.
Anderson's mouth had fallen into a completely circular 'O' shape, and his eyes had become so wide, John was afraid they might fall out of his head. It was almost comical, and John would've laughed, if it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation.
Lestrade looked like he was about to cry to, which was unusual to John. He had never seen Lestrade cry. He'd never even really seen him upset.
Sally though . . . Sally just looked . . . John didn't think there was even a word for it. He had never seen anyone look so shocked, devastated and relieved all at the same time. Her mouth was also trembling, and her eyes filling with tears, but her lips were also slightly upturned, in a sad, watery smile.
Of all the reactions that John had expected, he never would have thought he'd see that from Sally. It didn't make much sense. The whole time Sherlock had been "alive", Sally had hated him. She'd probably never said a single nice thing to or about him in her life. So now . . . obviously John didn't think for a second that Sally wanted Sherlock dead, but all the same . . .
Sherlock sat down in the chair next to John, and looked at them all with serious eyes. John was surprised in the way that Sherlock was handling their emotions. It was quite good for him. He reached over the table to take Mrs Hudson's hand gently, and John felt almost proud. He knew how much it took for Sherlock to be caring, and it showed John just how much he'd changed in the past year. He comforted Mrs Hudson for a while, before asked Lestrade if they could switch seats when she couldn't stop crying. Sherlock wrapped his arms around her comfortingly, and tried to calm her down.
It was only then that John heard Sally mutter something quietly;
Later on, Sherlock and John walked out of the cafe quietly. They had been in there quite a while, and after Mrs Hudson had calmed down, Sherlock had told them all how he'd faked his death. Lestrade had laughed it off eventually, saying that if anyone could fake his own death, it would've had to be Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock had also accepted Sally's apology, which John thought very strange. It was completely unlike Sherlock to forgive anyone, he thought it tedious, and yet, he had sat with Sally while she cried and apologized. She'd explained that she'd only ever been so cruel to him because she was jealous of him, and couldn't understand how he could know the things that he knew. It was obvious that Sherlock had thought it very primary school, but he forgave her anyway. Anderson hadn't really said much, but he also apologized to Sherlock, and listened intently, as they all did, when Sherlock told his story.
As they walked down the street, Sherlock lifted up his collar, something John had missed seeing so much that he could have cried out in happiness. He saw the sunlight bouncing off Sherlock's curls, and the way that the light hit his eyes, and knew that he had to tell him something.
"I'm proud of you, you know," John said, without even turning to look at Sherlock. He could practically hear the consulting detective's confusion, so he continued, "For what happened in there. I know you didn't really want to do that today, but you did so well, and . . . you've really changed, Sherlock. You . . . I'm just so proud of how far you've come."
"It's only thanks to you, John." Sherlock replied, and both men smiled widely, but tried to hide it from the other, as they made their way back to 221B Baker Street.
The next day, there was an article in the newspaper that caught John's attention, and he grinned as he showed it to Sherlock. Finally, the world knew the truth;
SHERLOCK HOLMES, CONSULTING DETECTIVE: ALIVE!
Just last year, many people watched in horror, as it was revealed that famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes was a fake. And not only that, but then he killed himself by jumping off the roof of St. Bart's Hospital in London, apparently because of the guilt caused by his lies.
But last night, Mr Sherlock Holmes himself came into our offices, alive, to tell us his amazing story, starting with the day that he faked his death. And even more shocking, the "actor" that Holmes apparently "hired" to pretend to be mastermind criminal James Moriarty, was in fact, actually James Moriarty. Moriarty had planned for a while to get rid of Holmes, and this plan came to a head last year. He somehow managed to convince the police force that Holmes was a fake, using only a kidnapping case, and a few fake documents.
Amazingly though, his best friend, flatmate, and accomplice Mr John Watson (MD), still stood by him. Even when everybody else in the world had given up on him, John still believed in his best friend. Still, this was not enough to convince the police force, and Holmes knew this. After realizing what he was going to have to do, Holmes enlisted the help of a friend who worked at the hospital (who cannot be named for legal reasons), who helped him to fake his death.
Once all of his preparations were in place, he managed to get Moriarty onto the roof of the hospital, completely unaware of what Holmes had planned. After threatening the consulting detective's friends, Moriarty then shot himself, making Holmes' plan even easier to complete. He knew Moriarty's assassins were still watching, and so he jumped from the roof, landed on a truck below, covered himself in blood stolen from the morgue, and lay down on the pavement. John Watson had been watching all of this from a distance, as Holmes had insisted.
When they talk about it now, it is easy to see how much John Watson and Sherlock Holmes missed each other. Their friendship truly is a beautiful one, and their story truly inspiring, for, even after Sherlock's death, John never stopped believing in him. We know now of course that Sherlock was never a fake, and it was all an elaborate lie created by a mad man. Some people believe that Moriarty is still alive today, even though his body was found at the top of the roof, and buried after. It is still unknown why he shot himself.
So? I would just like to assure you, Moriarty is NOT coming back in this story, just in case any of you were worried about that!