I waited for Johns arrival, sitting in my favorite chair. Irene started to make tea, the strongest that we had in the cupboard, knowing John would need something for the shock. As she made the tea, John walked up the stairs.

"Sherlock, I'm home!" John said, entering the living room. I smiled.

"John, I have something to tell you. It's about...my love life." I started, knowing it would peak his interest. I wasn't dissapointed, his eyebrow cocked and he tilted his head.

" Love life?" He questioned. Irene decided that this moment would be the best to reveal herself. She walked out in a blue robe, hair in a messy bun and holding two cups of tea. She looked almost...domestic, in a way.

"Tea's ready." She said, passing me a mug. Johns eyes bugged and his posture straighten when he saw the woman believed dead. Irene looked at him, said "Hello John.", and simply walked back into the kitchen.

"But...she...she's...How?" John stuttered. I rolled my eyes at this. I honestly couldn't help it, people were just so clueless sometimes.

"It was simple really, all I needed was a machete." I retorted blandly. I wasn't really interested in recounting my terriost cell expirence.

"A machete? Sherlock-" John started. I knew I would have to explain myself, so I cut him off.

"I took down the terriost cell with the machete." I stated. Telling John was going to be harder then I thought, since he had been assured by Mycroft that Irene was undoubtly dead.

"But...but Irene, she's-"

"Two words John." Irene said, as she walked out of the kitchen and handed John a cup of tea.

"Not dead."