'Sweet Return' Chapter 2.

"It's about time you woke up." He said calmly, his hands entwined together and his index fingers pressed to his bottom lip.
I couldn't move, nor speak. I just stared at him. What is happening? I didn't understand. I was so confused, so frightened, so shocked; as if someone had just slapped me across the face without reason or warning.
"Are you not going to say hello? It's been over a year John." Sherlock sighed, leaning back in my chair and crossing his legs.
"S.. S-Sherlock?" I managed, my voice still slightly hoarse from my breakdown a few hours previous. "W.. How.. What is going on ?! I'm going mad !!"
"On the contrary, you've never been so sane. Extremely depressed and slowly devoping a worsening case of PTSD but sane. For some unknown reason, when you begged me to come back, I did." He explained as if this sort of thing happened everyday. "Honestly I'm just as confused as you are."
"I'm dreaming." I said, shooting up, the letter Sherlock had sent falling to the floor as I ran to the kitchen, turning on the stove. "I must be dreaming. I'm just dreaming."
"You're not." He called from the living room, picking up the letter and setting it on the side table as Sher trotted over, rubbing himself against  Sherlock's long legs. "Oh John, a cat? Really?"
"Shut up !" I snapped, staring down at the red coil of the burner. "This will wake me up .." I said, hesitating for a moment then slapped my hand down hard on the stovetop. After a few seconds I screeched, taking my hand back and quickly moving to the sink to run cold water over my now badly burned hand.  I looked around for Sherlock, though I didn't see him anymore.
"Bloody hell .." I muttered once I'd calmed down for a moment, realizing Sherlock wasn't there and it was just my imagination. I began examining my hand. "Nothing too serious thankfully.."
"I personally say its a little worse than a mild burn. It will blister and sting terribly, but you're the doctor John." Sherlock said, appearing to my left with his cocky, know-it-all smirk on his thin lips.
I screamed, toppling over to the floor. "Sherlock !!" Panting, I stared at the man in awe as beads of sweat forming on my brow. He's back.. He's really here. I watched as his cocky smirk morphed into a soft, happy smile. He stood his ground as I rose from the floor. I walked a few steps forward and reached out my hand. My fingertips touched his upper stomach which felt cold and hard, but the longer my fingers stayed, slowly the skin under my tips warmed. Just those little spots.
"John.." He said softly and my ocean eyes met his sky blue ones.
"Oh Sherlock.." My voice quivered under the overwhelming happiness I felt. I hadn't felt happiness like this in almost two years. I threw up arms around his hard, frosty frame and sobbed into his shoulder. "You sodding fool !" I cried hard. "You left me alone ! I was all alone !"
I felt Sherlock's long arms slink around me, embracing me.
"I was so alone.." I whispered against the fabric of his suit. "Why did you have to leave me?"
"I did it for your safety, John. For everyone I loved's safety." His voice broke the choking sobs bubbling out of me. I didn't want to believe he'd sacrificed himself to save us, but clearly that's what happened. I wanted so desperately to not believe I could have done something to stop this from happening. I wanted to feel complete again, with Sherlock, the living one, by my side.
"I'm sorry .." I whimpered quietly, feeling the man's hands trail to my hips, holding them gently. I raised my head to look at the graceful face of the man I never thought I'd see again. His cold body warmed me; warmed me to the point where I could feel it cutting through my cold, aching soul. And feeling my body heat warming the places on him that I touched, it meant we were sharing something and that was all I ever really wanted.
Sherlock's eyes flicked around, examining my face it seemed. I clung to him tightly as one of his hands moved to cup my cheek, his eyes settling on mine, staring deep into them. I loved the color of his eyes, the sheer blue of them was amazing, and despite them being so distant, in this moment they weren't. They were warm and caring.
He pet my cheek with his thumb, that little gesture making me weak in the knees and then, finally, he moved to place a kiss on my lips. Instantly everything was alright. Everything was safe and happy and this time, nothing is going to take that away from us.