Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. Or any of the character mentioned here.

My first Sherlock Fic. Be sure to tell me what you think.

Two more miracles: Chapter one.

John walked out of the psychologist's office. The rain was beating down hard. He moved to flip the collar of his coat up but the movement reminded him of Sherlock. There was a taxi across the road and he should have run for it but instead he took a moment to feel the rain hit his face.

"I never told you... I was always too afraid. The thing is, you were my only friend too. The only real one. I loved you Sherlock. Despite everything, I love you."

It was too weeks after. It was strange how John's life had turned to Before Sherlock, During Sherlock and after Sherlock. Two weeks after he had seen the man he secretly loved, and hated (well not so secretly) the man who had quickly entered into his life and filled it. Now it was empty again. He sighed as he turned the key in Harry's door. He had been given a month off of work at the clinic. He didn't know if he would return. Somebody had once told him that he would never leave London, well apparently he would. He did not know what to do now with his life. He had two weeks to decide. It seemed wrong. Everything seemed wrong.

He walked down the darkened hallway knowing Harry would not e back for hours. She really had sorted out her drinking problem and was holding down a job well now. He walked passed the open living room door and to the guest room. It was empty. He had only brought clothes and they had been folded up into the draws. If anybody were to look in they would not know the room was currently occupied. Well Sherlock would, he would see that the curtains were open. Not many people remember to open and close the curtains of their guest rooms everyday not unless they were very house proud which the thin layer of dust on top of the pictures told him Harry was not. John sighed again. Another day of watching day time T.V. he was just in time to catch Judge Judy though he had to be sure not to fall asleep and wake up in the middle of Jeremy Kyle. Sherlock had liked Jeremy Kyle, he had always had the longest and loudest arguments with the T.V. when Jeremy Kyle was on.

"Of course he's not the father, look at the turn up on his jeans."

John walked back down the hallway and into the front room and stopped dead in his tracks. There was a chance that he was going insane, but he had not gone insane after Afghanistan so why would he go insane after losing the man he loved? Plus he believed this, he believed that if anybody could cheat death it was him.

Sherlock Holmes was sat in Harry's arm chair. His finger steeped and held up to his lips as he stared intensely at a blank spot on the floor.

"Ah John you're back." He said in his usual drawl.

John looked around confused and then held his hand up to his forehead.

"How are you here?" He asked.

"At your sisters, it's the obvious deduction. You did not wish to return to the apartment so where else would you go?"

John opened his mouth to speak several times before he finally managed.

"And the fact that I'm asking you why you are still alive and here and not in the grave which I visited yesterday is not the obvious deduction? Gods!" He flung his arms in the air. "You are the world stupidest genius."

Sherlock stood up on long graceful legs and his brow furrowed slightly.

"You are aware that is an oxymoron?"

"Yes."

"How am I an idiot?"

"In many ways Sherlock." John said sighing and sitting down, or rather collapsing on the couch. "How? Just tell me how?"

Sherlock walked over to him. He knelt down on one knee in front of him.

"You asked for one more miracle. You asked me to stop being dead. I am merely doing as you asked." He answered softly.

John let his hands drop away from his face. He stares at Sherlock. Those blue eyes were staring back into his. They showed an openness that John had only seen n a few occasions. Like a moment when Mrs Hudson had been hurt and when he realized his actions at their Christmas party had cause Molly pain. It was the look that let him know that despite all evidence to the contrary Sherlock did actually care about the people in his life.

"You were there?" John said referring to the graveyard. He had felt so lost, so alone and in so much pain thinking Sherlock was dead and he was watching him, within a few hundred feet of him if he was able to see him.

"Yes. Do I really annoy Mrs Hudson that much?"

"She's hiding the fact that she's upset with you for dying by just being upset with you."

Sherlock looked down to the side as he often did when thinking.

"They're very illogical aren't they?"

"The Human Race? Yes We are. The word there would be WE. "

John had somehow got over the shock of finding his dead friend in his living room and was now growing frustrated.

"Sherlock. Why? Why did you fake your own death? How are you still alive? I saw you fall. I cannot stop seeing you fall."

"That does not matter now."

"Yes. It does Sherlock God..."

"You said you loved me."

Bit of a short chapter I know but I do love a good cliff hanger. The next ones going to contain slash. Have I got them right?