22drunkb:So this one is for ilikemymansargonian, #215. It’s a 221B drabble! I haven’t written one of

22drunkb:So this one is for ilikemymansargonian, #215. It’s a 221B drabble! I haven’t written one of these in a long time, so sorry if it’s a bit weak.The house should have been empty. Every day for the past three years, John had returned to it that way. This time was different, though. There was a creak from the den and when John walked in, he could see someone standing in the corner. His clothes were the same exact shade of blue-grey as the shadows in which he waited. There was a crinkle of plastic and from behind his back he pulled out -“Flowers.”“As far as observations go, John, that one was fairly weak.”There had been plenty of times when Sherlock had devised a disguise that fooled even John, but the look of chagrin on his face was more effective than any and all of them.“You’re dead.”“Clearly not.”John spun around and turned back. He held up a hand, even though Sherlock was just watching him silently. “We buried you,” he said.“No.” Sherlock ducked his head awkwardly. John clenched his hands into fists. He thought about punching Sherlock, but he still wasn’t sure he was actually there. After Sherlock’s death there had been times when he’d seen someone on the street and gone chasing after them. But that hadn’t happened in a very long time.John closed his eyes.“Explain.”John felt a touch on his wrist. Sherlock handed him the bouquet.—CTAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH –MMAlso, this fic reminded me of this anthology, which I have loved for yeeeeaaaaaars.–MM -- source link

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