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It was a year.

A year that John Watson had to patiently wait out the return of his friend/crush.

It was Valentines Day, ironically enough. The day of love and romance was the day that Sherlock swept back into his life.

He'd remained at Baker Street. Mycroft had paid Sherlock's half of the rent. Apparently he knew what Sherlock was up to and was informed to assist and watch over John. He did so.

So when he saw a large pink box, sitting in the living area, he wasn't surprised. Mycroft had twenty-four hour access to the flat.

The words, 'To: John' were on a red tag that dangled from the top of the ribbon.

The gift was at least three by five by four feet possibly. And Sherlock was the surprise within. John pulled the pink ribbon and the box fell apart in four large pieces of cardboard, Sherlock popping up with a smirk.

He was grinning and holding out a smaller box.

"Congratulations on solving it, John. I didn't anticipate you finding out at all. Thankfully because of you, I was able to rework the plan and come back."

He shoved the smaller box into John's hands, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.

John bent down, placing the box on the floor. When it was safe, he launched himself at his friend/crush and breathed deeply. "Why?"

"Snipers," Sherlock answered. "Moriarty had them trained on you. If you didn't see me die, they'd kill you. Moriarty killed himself, making sure that only he could tell them to stop targeting you. With him dead, the only option was for me to 'die' to save you, and I did. I intended to leave and never come back. But you. Oh, John, you! Always surprising me. Always smarter than you let people believe! You figured it out. And now here I am, able to see you again. Able to come back and continue life with you. I took care of the rest of Moriarty's web. You're safe."

John pulled back to see Sherlock's 'Jawn Grin'. The smile that he only gave to John.

John himself, was feeling very emotional.

"You do realize that it was a very sentimental thing you did?" he couldn't help but ask.

Sherlock smirked, "Yes. However, I have no qualms about being sentimental for you. Especially when I very boldly stated that you are my only friend. And I know you wouldn't lose a chance to be sentimental where I am concerned, John."

Sherlock was giving him the, 'we both know what's going on here' look.

He didn't!

"Huh?" John mumbled, playing the idiot.

"John, I know."

"How?"

Sherlock shrugged, "I stopped having physical relations in university. People always demanded too much of me, wanting me to change for them. Not bloody likely. I can spot attraction easily. But you. You've never stated that you weren't interested in men, just that you weren't homosexual. That doesn't necessarily mean that you aren't bisexual. Also, there are certain things that friends just do don't do, even for friends. And they don't think of them while wanking in the shower either."

John flushed in terror. Sherlock knew about that?!

"I-I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Sherlock waved him off. "I do it too."

John couldn't say anything then. Sherlock had decided to shock him even more.

Sherlock was like a champion kisser. All lips and tongue and knowing just what to do with them. It was perfect.

When he pulled back, John asked, "So this is okay?"

"Yes."

They were final.

"How exactly did you pull off a fake death?"

It's a trick. It's just a magic trick.

Sherlock smirked. "A good magician, never reveals his secrets."

A/N: Done!

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