A/N: I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it, this sequel is probably the best idea I've ever had. The first chapter may not be much, but from then on, it can only get better (even though I will probably do a rubbish chapter at some points)! Enjoy!

BP

Figments Of Power

Chapter 1: What Relationship?

Sherlock moved in the day after he 'came back from the dead' for John, Mrs Hudson and Kagome. Admittedly, John was furious, and with good reason. He'd pretended to be dead for three years, leaving everyone to mourn him - well, those that actually cared -, and then come back as if nothing had happened. Kagome had left them alone for two hours while she went out. When she came back she looked amused and yet annoyed in equal measure. He didn't know why until John had asked if she'd had a nice tea with Mycroft. She'd laughed and said something in reply that he didn't hear, too shocked to do anything. Well, said the logical part of his brain as it slapped him for his stupidity, she did say that Mycroft had texted her.

Kagome left John and him alone for the most part, apart from when she went to bed about ten o'clock, giving John a kiss on the cheek and saying goodnight. John had grabbed her hand as she went past and kissed it, wishing her sweet dreams teasingly, watching her departure. Sherlock had commented on the exchange, but John shook his head and continued asking him questions. While answering them, he heard Kagome moving around John's room. He assumed that they were in a relationship - a fairly advanced one at that. It wasn't that much of a surprise. He was away for three years - to think that John wouldn't have a relationship in that time was ludicrous.

The next morning he was awoken by the kettle boiling and he sat up, shocked, half because of the fact that he'd fallen asleep in the first place, and half because he hadn't heard anyone coming down. He made his way to the kitchen, only half-surprised to find Kagome preparing a cup of tea. She turned towards him as he entered.

"Tea?" He shook his head.

"Coffee. Black, two sugars." She nodded, taking out another cup. She smiled softly all of a sudden and chuckled.

"Yes, John, Sherlock really is here! He wants a coffee!" She called. They both heard a muffled thump and some cursing. Kagome started outright laughing. She was still snickering when John came into the kitchen, hair still ruffled from sleep and an annoyed look on his face.

"Kagome." He grumbled. "You know not to do that while I'm in bed!" She turned and smiled at him.

"But, John," She teased. "You know how much I like seeing you afterwards."

"Stupid bond, stupid women, why do I even bother?" She abandoned the drinks for a moment and walked up to him, her hand reaching up to his arm, where she rubbed comfortingly.

"I know." She sighed dramatically, a grin threatening to emerge. "But you knew exactly what you were getting into." Teasing John is so much fun, thought Kagome, I could do it all day! John smiled fondly in response.

"Indeed I did." Sherlock cleared his throat, bringing their attention to the fact that he was still present and still waiting for his coffee. He was also curious about the comments that obviously had a deeper meaning.

"Well, John, congratulations on entering a stable romantic relationship. You too, Kagome - though I'm not sure what your previous relationships were like." Kagome closed her eyes and swallowed heavily.

Taking a deep breath and forcing a smile onto her face, she replied cautiously to Sherlock. "They were dangerous. And John and I are not in a relationship." Her words were cold and a far cry from how she was usually. John was apparently not in agreement.

"Kagome."

"John." Something in her tone was off, insinuating to something unknown to Sherlock, but John seemed to understand. He looked at Sherlock, shrugging.

"She's right. We don't really have a relationship." Sherlock raised an eyebrow. Did they really think they could fool him? For God's sake! Kagome was sleeping in John's room - with John! What did they think he thought they were doing, playing Cluedo?

"Well then, my apologies." He obviously didn't mean it and by the way Kagome's eyes narrowed and a smirk appeared on her lips, she noticed. John looked alarmed for a moment at her expression and nudged her discreetly. She blinked and the smirk disappeared, replaced by a mask of affability. Surprise suddenly crossed her features for a second before she looked curious. She looked up at John.

"Lestrade's here. Why is he here? It's my day off!" She asked, annoyed and curious in equal measure.

Minutes later, the door opened, revealing Lestrade. Everyone, now with their respective drinks, looked up at him. But Lestrade's gaze was fixed on one person only. Sherlock. Then he looked pleadingly at Kagome and John.

"Please tell me I'm either hallucinating or this is a really bad joke." He said, looking on the verge of panicking. Kagome rose from her seating position and walked carefully towards Lestrade, hands up in a pacifying gesture as she saw violence rising beneath the surface.

"Lestrade." Kagome said soothingly. "He's real, he's here. You're not mental and you haven't lost your nerve." Anger crossed his face, curling his mouth into a heavy scowl. He started forward, intent on punching the smug git in the face, when Kagome intercepted him with surprising strength. "Calm down, sir. He had a good reason for his faked suicide, but not telling you after a safe amount of time… I can't that was the wisest of decisions." Disapproval was clear in her expression. Lestrade calmed down slightly.

"Tell me he's been hit at least once." Kagome smiled slightly.

"I slapped him, really, really hard. Two days ago." The DI's eyes widened as he took in the bruise on the detective's face, red still making the shape of a hand.

"You did that?" He breathed, impressed. She shrugged sheepishly.

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm assuming you have a case for me?" Lestrade nodded. She pouted. "On my day off?" He grinned and nodded again.

"I promise, it's worth your time - none of us can figure it out and I know how much you like to have one-up on Anderson and Donovan." She rolled her eyes and heaved a long-suffering sigh.

"Very well. I shall take time out of my precious day off to solve your goddamn case." She turned to John, looking at him imploringly. "Come with? Please?" John chuckled.

"Okay." Kagome turned to Sherlock.

"Give me a chance to show off? You don't really know what I do, do you?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Indeed he didn't and he was, admittedly, unaware of what she did as her job. It was fairly clear she worked at the Yard, most likely as a detective, but other than that, he had no idea why she was so important, or what made her methods different from everyone else's. He nodded, making her grin.

"Great! I'll go with Lestrade and you two can take a cab!" She said excitedly, jumping up and down on the spot. She practically ran out of the flat with Lestrade following at a more sedate pace behind her, shaking his head at her eagerness. Slightly disturbed, Sherlock turned to John.

"Is she always like that?" John smiled.

"Pretty much. I'll tell you more on the way about what she does." While John would tell Sherlock of the job she had at the Yard, he had absolutely no intention of telling him about Kagome's employment to Mycroft and her abilities.

Sherlock nodded and got ready to go. "John?" Almost feeling like he did on the first case he and Sherlock had together, John grinned.

"Ready when you are." With Sherlock's mystical powers, they caught a cab within the first few seconds of Sherlock raising his arm.

A/N: I understand that this first chapter may not be what you were all expecting, but Sherlock has only just come back and, in truth, doesn't really have the right to say anything bad about it. I imagine that you all wanted Sherlock react in a different way, but my hands decided differently, sorry. Until the next chapter, farewell. Feel free to comment!

BP