{"id":248653,"date":"2013-10-26T23:27:22","date_gmt":"2013-10-26T23:27:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2013\/10\/26\/kriskenshin-torchwood221b-its-been\/"},"modified":"2013-10-26T23:27:22","modified_gmt":"2013-10-26T23:27:22","slug":"kriskenshin-torchwood221b-its-been","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2013\/10\/26\/kriskenshin-torchwood221b-its-been\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

kriskenshin<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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torchwood221b<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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\u2014-<\/p>\n

It\u2019s been three years since I died. Three years spent on my own hunting down Moriarty\u2019s web because my world wouldn\u2019t be safe until every last one of them was gone and now I\u2019m home. I expected John to hit me, to shout at me until he lost his voice, to kick me out of the flat and make me stay in a hotel until he had time to decide if he could forgive me for my deception but he did none of those things. We picked up right where we left off as if I\u2019d never been away.<\/p>\n

He hasn\u2019t even asked me to explain why I faked my death he just shrugged and said it was clearly a necessary evil.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t understand John\u2019s immediate acceptance of my return. Moriarty thought he was my greatest puzzle but he was wrong, John is.<\/p>\n

I sleep even less now than I did before. There was always a chance of someone discovering my location and trying to take me down. I had to be ready to run at anytime. I never stayed in one place for too long, I couldn\u2019t risk it. Getting home, getting back to John, was too important.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s three in the morning on my first night back when I finally decide I\u2019m tired of feigning sleep and get out of bed to make myself busy. Somewhere in my mind palace I\u2019ve tucked away all the experiments I haven\u2019t had a chance to perform and I decide to take this opportunity to dig one out. The flat is always quiet this early in the morning so accessing my mind palace won\u2019t require exiling John. As I go to find a comfortable seat I notice a stack of journals and a note with my name on it.<\/p>\n

“Sherlock, you\u2019re probably wondering why your sudden reappearance in my life hasn\u2019t phased me. The reason for that is because I\u2019ve known since I visited your grave asking for a miracle that you were alive. You always say that I see but don\u2019t observe, well, you were wrong. That day at you\u2019re grave, I saw you, I observed you. It took a long time to work it out, not how you did it, I\u2019m not that clever, but why. Protecting me was obvious but I knew it had to be more complicated than that, it took a while but I finally put all the pieces together. I tried dropping hints to Mycroft that I knew you weren\u2019t dead but he never gave me any indication that he knew as well but then again he\u2019s Mycroft. The journals contain snippets of my life over the past three years. There were so many days when I\u2019d find myself turning to ask for your opinion only to realize you weren\u2019t there or reading about a murder and wondering how much faster you would have solved it. You don\u2019t have to read them now (or ever) if you don\u2019t want to, it\u2019s completely up to you. When you\u2019re ready to talk about the past three years I\u2019ll listen, I know it must have been hard for you being alone for that long without even the skull to talk to. One last thing, I probably should have started here but knowing you you\u2019ll be wide awake before I can rewrite this so I\u2019m leaving it at the end so you\u2019ll find this while I\u2019m still asleep and won\u2019t be able to tease me for being sentimental, thank you for giving me my miracle. John”<\/p>\n

I\u2019m taken aback by John\u2019s letter, it explains so much and yet the possibility that he knew I was alive all this time never even crossed my mind.<\/p>\n

I abandon all thoughts of conducting an experiment and start reading John\u2019s journals. He has clippings of news articles as well as hand written entries. They\u2019re nothing like his blog posts these are so much more personal. He doesn\u2019t always address his entries to me; sometimes he just starts writing.<\/p>\n

Ten pages in I realize that I\u2019ve been commenting aloud even though he\u2019s not awake to hear me and that\u2019s when I find a pen and go back to the beginning and start adding in my thoughts. I don\u2019t even realize the sun has come up until I hear John coming downstairs and I quickly collect the journals and lock myself in my room. While John is in the bathroom I dress and leave the flat with his journals and my pen in hand. I head to a nearby library and find a quiet place to finish my task.<\/p>\n

When I\u2019ve read and commented on the last journal entry there\u2019s roughly fifty pages of space at the end, space I decide to use to start writing about the past three years. I\u2019m out of space before I get through three months and start writing out the rest on my phone and when that is on the verge of dying I search out some paper and a handful of pens.<\/p>\n

By the time I\u2019ve gotten through all of it it\u2019s almost dark. John\u2019s probably wondering where I am and so I head back to the flat. I write him a note like the one he wrote me during the cab ride. I\u2019m sure I look like a bumbling uni professor as I climb the stairs without trying to drop anything but if that\u2019s what John thinks he says nothing. He watches me search around for my phone charger and once it\u2019s plugged in I send the text I wrote there to the printer. I have to change the ink cartridge and add more paper at what I estimate isn\u2019t even halfway through.<\/p>\n

He\u2019s been watching me this whole time and even though my note is on top of his journals he\u2019s apparently going to wait until I\u2019m done before reading it. When it\u2019s all printed I add it to the handwritten portion and hand only my note to John.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t watch him read it opting to retreat to my room to give him the same kind of space he gave me. I know him well enough to know he\u2019ll read the journals but its all a matter of when. There\u2019s a knock at my door a few minutes later and he asks me if I want to go to Angelo\u2019s. The only comment he makes about my note or reading the journals is that he\u2019ll look at them later.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s three in the morning on my second night back and I\u2019m tired of laying in bed. I leave my room and am halfway through the kitchen when I realize John is sitting in my chair reading the last few pages I\u2019ve commented on.<\/p>\n

I attempt to retreat back into my room before he notices me but I find myself unable to move because John isn\u2019t just rereading his journals he\u2019s annotating them. I stand there frozen hoping that my final comments in response to his will be well received.<\/p>\n

John\u2019s final comment was dated last night and consisted of just three words – I love you. My reply required a few more and was added to on the cab ride back from the library – I love you too. Will you marry me?<\/p>\n

I watch as he writes his response before flipping to the next page. As well as I know his handwriting I honestly don\u2019t know what he\u2019s written next to my proposal. I finally regain my ability to move but it\u2019s too late because he\u2019s noticed me standing there and is making his way over.<\/p>\n

“If it\u2019s alright with you I\u2019ll read about your three years at a more reasonable hour,” he tells me handing me the last journal and opening it to his last page. My eyes dart to the bottom of the page to see just what he\u2019s written in response – “oh god yes.”<\/p>\n

\u2014-<\/p>\n

*Author\u2019s Note – Happy Birthday Kris!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

*whimpers* That was the sweetest, almost heartbreaking, but totally adorable reunion I have ever read! I already told you this when I read it the first time, earlier today, but this is definitely my favorite of all of your fics and you have written a looooot of fics so thats saying something. I just ajfkdl;safjdsa again I don\u2019t have words\u2026 I totally have tears in my eyes this is so sweet!!! Thank you oh my gosh!! ~\u2665<\/p>\n

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kriskenshin: torchwood221b: \u2014- It\u2019s been three years since I died. Three years spent on my own hunting down Moriarty\u2019s web because my world wouldn\u2019t be safe until every last one of them was gone and now I\u2019m home. I expected John to hit me, to shout at me until he lost his voice, to kick … <\/p>\n

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