Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“I don't understand.” Hamish said, his dad looked puzzled.
“How do you mean?”
“Well, you married father but I've never heared you speak of ex-boyfriends, only girlfriends...”
“I'm not actually gay, you know.” his dad said sheepishly, he felt stupid.
His dad chuckled when he remembered how many times he had said this to people, before he and Sherlock got together.
“You married a man, dad.” Hamish said, a little bit worried about his dad's mental health.
“I never intended to fall in love with a man. Besides, I didn't fall in love with any man; I fell in love with your father.”
“What did you do when he came back?”

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~Flashback

“What do you think, John?” Lestrade asked, John wasn't sure about his conclusion.
“Well, I have actually no idea...”
“It is quite obvious you know.”
He recognized the velvety voice immediately, it belonged to Him...
Even though that wasn't possible and John knew that.
But John was so sure that the voice belonged to the man he lost nearly three years ago, actually; he had never been so sure of anything in his whole life.
He would recognize it whenever, wherever. Always.
It had to be him, it had to be.
But John was paralyzed, he was too afraid of turning around.
He was worried that might be one of his daydreams again, hallucinations...
“Hello dedective-inspector. John.”
This was new...
His imaginary Sherlock never said 'Hello' to anyone else but John, normally he was all over John in his dreams and imagination.
“Sherlock...” Lestrade uttered, his mouth half open, confused.
John still refused to turn around, he didn't want to face another dissapointment, he wasn't ready...
Lestrade left the room, John now was alone with the corpse and probably with Sherlock.
“Are you alright?” Again the sound of that velvety voice.
He turned around and he faced Sherlock; he was really there!
This time it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a hallucination and he wasn't sleeping.
“No, I am not!” John yelled, he was surprised by his own reaction.
In his dreams he forgave Sherlock immediately, but that was in his dreams, he never actually expected for Sherlock to return, simply because that is not wat dead people do.
The dedective luckily kept his mouth shut, thank God.
John wasn't sure what he was capable of, but at that moment 'killing Sherlock with his barehands' was an actual option.
“Calm down.”
John knew that this would've worked whenever; but not today, not at this moment.
He was furious, but he also was glad to finally see Sherlock back, but he wasn't able to show it.
“You... You are dead. I saw you jump...” John's voice was trembling, and he was fighting against the tears.
He left the room, he didn't want to hear Sherlock's explanation, because there would be; ofcourse there was an explanation.
Sherlock always had an explanation, only this time he didn't want to hear it.
He left the building, with Sherlock right behind him; Anderson looked at Sherlock and then back at John.
“What?”
“You are aware of the fact that there is a man who's supposed to be dead walking right behind you?” Anderson asked, he looked confused.
But then again, Anderson always looked stupid and confused, it was his usual facial expression.
“Freak.” Anderson whispered to Sherlock -a habit he had copied from Donovan-.
The dedective just smirked at his old enemy, but for John that was it.
John turned around, now he stood right in front of Anderson, Sherlock just kept on walking.
“You should learn when to shut up.” John said angrily.
Before Anderson was even able to react, John had knocked him down, even though he was angry with Sherlock no one was allowed to insult him, not when he just had returned....
His friend, his... Whatever Sherlock was to him.

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"We already had lost somany years, but I just couldn't do it." John said, his voice was trembling.
"What do you mean, dad?"
"I forgave him right away, just in a second. When I saw him standing there, I forgave him. But..." John had to swallow hard, before he could continue.
"It was so hard to believe that he was back and that he didn't intend on leaving."
"When were you sure that he'd stay?"
"After he kissed me for the first time, I was totally surprised by this action and he looked at me and he said; 'I will never leave you again, John. Never again.'"