The second Alex walked into school; all she wanted was for the bell to ring indicating that it was the end of the day. Lunchtime came around quickly, thankfully, and Alex was put into a slightly better mood by her two friends, Nate (Nathan) and Val whilst they ate their lunch in the packed dining room.

Val, typically, demanded to know everything about Sherlock and what happened while Nate sat there, listened and soothingly rubbed Alex's back. Soon, the bell to signal the end of the day went and Alex gives her two friends a hug before rushing out the doors. 

Luckily Alex didn’t have rounders practice after school so she practically ran home, excited about seeing her dad again. She rushed through to the living room, dropping her bag in the hall on the way through and when she walked through the door, she saw him sitting awkwardly on the sofa.

Without thinking, Alex launched herself at Sherlock and hugged him - so glad he did come back. 

Sherlock happily cuddled Alex as she gripped onto him with all her strength. He had spent most of the day thinking about the situation that he had been thrown into and he realised that he wanted to be there for his daughter for all her life. “How was your day at school?” Sherlock asked, still holding onto Alex tightly.

"Okay." Alex shrugged. She looked over her shoulder. "Where is he?"

“Your dad?” Sherlock questioned, not liking the tone of Alex’s voice when she spoke about John but he didn’t feel that he was in the position to be telling Alex off when he had only been in her life properly for a day or so.

Alex nodded sitting beside Sherlock. She had frown on her face. Didn't Sherlock blame John too?

“He popped a key round to my flat earlier and told me that he would be late home.” Sherlock replied, looking around the house again. “What do you want to do until he gets home?”

Alex shrugged. "I dunno."

“We can go back to my place for a few hours. It’s not big but I can show you some of the work that I have been doing over the past couple of weeks? Maybe even some experiments if you are good.” Sherlock raised his eyebrows at her.

That made Alex nod, "Yeah. Sounds good"

“Ok. Come on then. We can get a cab from here.” Sherlock said, getting up off the sofa and started to move towards the front door.

Grinning, Alex followed her father. She made sure to lock the door behind them, as she knew that it would only make john angry, possibly even worried about her safety if she didn’t lock it properly and after this morning she didn’t want to make him even angrier.

The cab journey was made in silence, neither of them knowing what to talk about so they said nothing. Nothing what so ever. When they reached Baker Street however, they did not stop talking from the minute they walked in. If it wasn’t Alex asking Sherlock questions about her experiments it was Sherlock asking Alex about her life.

The time flew past and Alex had a smile on her face the whole time, feeling as though the time she hadn't had with her dad wasn't as huge a gap in her life as it really was because now he was here and they just clicked.

It was amazing how they just got each other despite never spending one day together. They talked about experiments and school and some of Sherlock’s less distressing cases. Sherlock even managed to find out a bit about what John was doing now a days (he worked in a private clinic on Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays and on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Saturdays he worked in an omega clinic which specialised in helping omegas who weren’t bonded and needed help).

Alex didn't want to mention it to Sherlock but she knew that her dad had been seeing a lovely man from the clinic - another doctor. They just had a casual thing and Alex met the man once. He really was a nice person and he treated John wonderfully… but he wasn't Alex's dad. She wished that they could be a proper family, living in the same house, eating breakfast together in the mornings, everything.

After about 3 hours of talking, Sherlock’s mobile went off, John’s name flashing across the screen. “Hello?” Sherlock said, looking through the fridge to see if they had any food in.

"Before I start panicking again, I thought I'd check if she is with you." John trails off awkwardly, half worried for his daughter's whereabouts and half knowing she was with Sherlock.
 

“Yep.” Sherlock said, popping the p loudly. “What time do you want her home?” Sherlock searched through the cupboards trying to find something edible for Alex to eat. He found a packet of biscuits…. They weren’t mouldy but he didn’t think that they were a healthy meal for a growing girl. “Is she allowed to eat a takeaway because it’s getting late and I’m meant to feed her if she’s hungry, right?”

"Yes, that's fine for one night. You, err, can keep her with you too, for the night. As long as you get her to school for half eight" John tells the other, his voice shaky even through the phone.  

“For the night?” Sherlock replied, shocked by the question so much so that a sense of panic rushed through his body like a sudden fire rushing through his veins. How are you meant to look after a child? Sherlock thought. He had no clue how he was meant to keep a child happy but also make sure that said child didn’t have you wrapped around his little finger. It was a hard balance to fulfil and he had only known her for just under a day so he really didn’t think it would be good for him to look after her. He was still unsure as to whether he would be a good parent.

“Are you sure that… that I’m capable of looking after her? Sometimes I don’t speak for long periods of time and I play the violin during the night…. And the body parts… god she would be put into care if she saw the body parts and was scared for life although she is my daughter, she must have inherited my genes so I don’t think it would scar her.”

That makes John giggle a little more. "You will be fine Sherlock. She’s twelve. Twelve year olds are pretty independent you just need to make sure to set boundaries and it will be fine. Do you have body part lying around? Might want to put them away for now if you do"

“There are some in the freezer but they are hidden behind the peas.” Sherlock said seriously.

"To be honest, I don't think Alex would much care. She has a strong stomach. Still, don't go showing her gruesome pictures or anything especially before bed. I don’t want to have to deal with a distressed daughter tomorrow when she sees a picture of a beheading." He laughs again, more nervously this time. 

He didn't want to sound like he was telling Sherlock how to care for their daughter but he wanted to make sure Alex was perfectly okay. 

“Of course. I will try not to show her anything too gruesome. Have a good evening.”

"You too" John mumbles before the dialling tone fills his ear. 

Sherlock immediately calls up the Chinese takeaway before going into the lounge to see what Alex wanted.

Once the food was ordered, Alex sits on the sofa and looks round the room. She wanted to learn as much about her father as she could. 

“Your dad said you could stay round here tonight, if you want to.” Sherlock mentioned to Alex as he sat down on the sofa, moving all the crap out of the way so he could sit down.

Alex just nods, only half listening to Sherlock as she looks around.

Sherlock doesn’t say anything else when he realises that she is too absorbed in her surroundings than what he has to say. He watches her as she looks around, taking everything in.

Suddenly, Alex turns back to Sherlock. "Why did you and dad not bond?”

Sherlock was shocked by the sudden question, which was rather personally. “We were going to bond just before your dad... left.”

Alex smirks "You mean that dad wanted to wait, right?"

“Your father wanted to wait until we knew each other better, until we had been courting for a substantial amount of time. He wanted wait until we were both ready for it.” Sherlock stated, trying to emphasise that it was a joint decision. At first Sherlock had been really worried about bonding so he totally agreed with what John proposed but as time went on he changed his mind and tried to persuade John to do so but he wouldn’t budge, until two weeks before he left.

"Aunt Harry always made out that you were the one wanting to bond but dad wouldn't for whatever reason" She frowns, suddenly. "It's really odd calling you both dad"

“Yes, I wanted to bond but your dad did too. He just wanted to make sure that we loved each other first before we rushed into anything.” Sherlock smiled at Alex trying to convince her that this was the true. He didn’t want her to hate John because he had suddenly come into her life. “Why is it weird?”

"Because what if I call 'dad' and you have no idea if I mean you or dad. I can't call one of you father because that's far too formal and daddy is just childish." She shrugs, easily distracted from the topic of her dads bonding. "I'll get used to it"

“I understand. I don’t think it matters too much though. Just go with what you feel is natural. It must be really strange for you, all of this.” Sherlock waved his arm around indicating everything around him.

"I dunno. I've imagined meeting you in so many different ways and imagined this place so often. Seems, well, it just seems right, really"

“Right?” Sherlock questioned, raising his eyebrows at his daughter. “I would have thought that you might have hoped for a father who was a bit more... normal.”

Alex chuckles and just shakes her head as a reply. 

“What?” Sherlock said frantically, staring at Alex worryingly. “What have I done wrong?”

"Nothing" Alex replies. "I was just thinking that I don't really want a normal father. That's so. …boring" The girl laughs again.

Sherlock laughs with her, realising how much like him she sounded.

“Sherlock, can’t you hear the bell. It’s been ringing for 5 minutes now. I had to pay for your Chinese, by the way.” Mrs Hudson said as she entered the flat carrying the plastic bag full of food.

“It’s in the fridge. It kept ringing.” Sherlock replied, taking the bag from Mrs Hudson.

"Ms Hudson!" Alex suddenly cries, over excited. She leans forward and beams at the woman. "Dad told me lots about you. Said that you were like a mother to him!"

Mrs Hudson awkwardly patted Alex’s back, sending questioning glances to Sherlock. “That’s nice, dear but... but who are you and… who is your father?”

"Oh, right" Alex chuckles, realising that she wouldn't know who she is. "John. John's my dad. Sherlock too!" She grins, her mouth stretching wider and wider as her excitement grows. 

“John, John Watson? But... but John left Sherlock over 10 years ago. They can’t have a daughter.” Mrs Hudson wondered staring at Alex with shocked eyes.

“John was pregnant with Alex when he left, Mrs Hudson.” Sherlock stated putting the Chinese on the kitchen table. He turned around and looked at the shocked Mrs Hudson who was standing in the middle of the living room, Alex wrapped around her and her mouth wide open.“ Maybe you should take a seat. You look quite shocked. And tea. Tea is good for shock apparently.”

Alex blinks, feeling a little bad for dropping the news like that. "I'll make the tea" Alex offers. "How do you take it?"

“Milky, no sugar please dear. It’s all just a bit of a shock!” Mrs Hudson commented, sitting down in John’s old seat. “We all knew that John must have left for a reason, but pregnant… a child defiantly wasn’t the reason.”

Sherlock sat next to Mrs Hudson taking her hands in his own. “It was for me too, Mrs Hudson.”

“Oh, you didn’t know? But…”

“No, I only found out when John texted me asking for my help a few weeks ago.” Sherlock smiled a small smile, squeezing Mrs Hudson’s hands.

Alex looks through the cupboards and finds a tray for the tea, setting everything up. As she does, she tries not to listen to the conversation in the over room. 

Mrs Hudson squeezes Sherlock’s hand back. “Was that why I heard a lot of crashing in the flat a few weeks ago?” Sherlock weakly nodded. “That must have been hard for you dear but you could have come and talked to me about it, get some of it off of your chest.”

“I know... I just... I... at the time I didn’t really know how I was feeling and you know how I don’t like talking and being sociable.” Sherlock said, the disgust evident in his voice.

Alex giggles at Sherlock's words and smiles sheepishly when the two adults look over at her. "Sorry" 

“She looks like John. Except for the hair. That is defiantly your hair.” Mrs Hudson muttered under her breath, hoping no one would hear her comment

However, Sherlock did and simply smiled and Mrs Hudson, knowing that she was correct. Although he was upset that she did not look like him, he knew that even if he could never had John back, he would always have a bit of him in the form of his daughter.

Five minutes later, Alex brought a tray in with all their tea. Her own was black with no sugar and she picks it up, blowing it and taking a quick sip, briefly burning her tongue. 

“Does your father allow you to drink tea?” Sherlock asked raising his eyebrows at her.

"He does. I'm just impatient" She smiles a little. 

Sherlock smiles back, relieved. “Good. I didn’t want him shouting at me because I allowed you to have a cup of tea.”

Alex rolls her eyes "I'm twelve. I think I can handle tea. Now if you were giving me alcohol, you'd have him shouting at you"

“Well you know what your father is like. He used to tell me off just for leaving dirty washing in the sink.” Sherlock smiled at the fond memory, although at the time he was defiantly not smiling when John started shouting at him and ordered him to clean it up immediately.

“Remember the time you left a foot which had a fungal infection in the shower and John made you go out and get commercial strength disinfectant. When you returned he forced you to get on your hands and knees and scrub it clean otherwise he said that he would break your microscope.” Mrs Hudson laughed at the memory, holding her stomach when it began to hurt, as she was laughing so hard.

Alex just smiles at the adults, liking the way she was hearing about what it was like before she came into the picture and John left said picture...

“How is your father anyway?” Mrs Hudson asked.

"Good. It's date night tonight so-" Alex stops suddenly, her eyes widening as she realised what she said. She'd told herself she'd let John inform Sherlock that he's dating an Alpha. Damn.

Sherlock looked down at the floor, his heart sinking when he heard what Alex had said. Not only was John dating someone, which made him realise that John had probably moved on but also that Alex was only staying at his because John wasn’t going to be in the house to look after their daughter so he had to find someone else to do it.

“You don’t need him Sherlock.” Mrs Hudson said, squeezing Sherlock’s hand as if she knew what he was thinking about. “Now you can move on and find a nice young omega girl.”

"I'm sorry" Alex mumbles. "I didn't mean to upset you..." 

“It’s fine, Alex. It wasn’t your fault.” Sherlock said, sadly.

"Dad's not serious about him... They're more like friends,” She says, not sure if she was helping or making it worse.

“Friend who go out on dates? It’s ok Alex I get it, you don’t need to lie to make me feel better.” Sherlock smiled his daughter, loving how she was trying to make him better. It would normally be John who would do something like that for him but no, he had to try and forget about John, move on from him. He had spent 12 years thinking about John and where did that get him? Nowhere.

Alex shakes her head "I'm not lying. It’s like they're in an awkward stage where one wants to be more but the other doesn't."

“But they will end up together in the end. He would probably be a better father to you than I would ever be.” Sherlock stood up, angry with John, with everyone, with the world. John probably respected this guy more than he would ever respect Sherlock. There had to be a proper reason why John left him in the first place, not just because he was worried how Sherlock would react.

"He still cries about you. On your birthday and on your anniversary. And I'm not meant to know that so please don't tell I told you"

“What?” Sherlock looked up, shocked.

"On your birthday. And on the anniversary of the day you two got together. Dad locks himself in his room for a few hours after I've gone to bed and he cries... A lot." Alex tells Sherlock with a small smile.

Sherlock stares at Alex in shock. “But... but he left me. If he wanted to be with me then he wouldn’t have left.” Sherlock stated, looking down at the floor.

"I think. He left because he wanted to remember the times that you loved him, just in case you decided you didn't want a child. He didn't want those memories. So he took stupid measures to make sure that never happened." She shrugs. "But I don't know for sure. He doesn't tell me a lot about his feelings. But I know that he loves you. Maybe not how he used to, but at least as a friend."

“goddamn it...” Sherlock shouted, throwing a glass cup against the wall, smashing it into miniature pieces. “He should have told me! I was his partner. We told each other everything!”

“Sherlock! You’re going to scare the poor girl.” Mrs Hudson screeched, grabbing onto Sherlock’s arm and pulling him back. “Calm down!”

Alex flinches when Sherlock threw the glass and even though she understood his anger, she didn't like seeing Sherlock so upset and angry. 

“Sorry! Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Sherlock walked over to Alex and showed the first sign of affection towards his daughter. He hugged her. “I’m so sorry. I really shouldn’t have done that in front of you. Please don’t tell your dad because he would kill me if he knew.” Sherlock said into her hair.

"It's okay" Alex mumbles, hugging back tightly. "Just don't want you to be upset" 

“I’m not upset, just a little bit annoyed. It’s just the alpha in me being a pain in the neck and making everything ten times worst.” Sherlock said annoyed, letting go of his daughter and smiling at her.

“Now I’m going to take my night soother and then go to bed. If you need anything then just come down and get me.” Mrs Hudson announced, going downstairs pretty quickly for someone who had a bad hip. She just wanted to leave them alone to have a good time as they had already missed out on so much time.

Alex nods "I suppose that I could understand that. In a few years. If I present as an Alpha"

“Your dad believes you will present as an Alpha.” Sherlock admitted, smiling at his daughter before starting to get the Chinese ready. He plated it up, putting it in the microwave, warming up Alex’s plate before his own. “I’ll clean that up later, just be carefully. Make sure you don’t stand on the broken glass.”

Alex accepts her dinner with a smile, tucking in, 

When Sherlock’s meal was ready he sat down on the chair opposite Alex, tucking in but also taking time to watch Alex eat as well.

Alex smiles softly, happy that Sherlock was worried and liked watching over her.

“Do you hate me because I haven’t been in your life since the start, like your dad?” Sherlock said suddenly. He had been wondering this for days now but he had never had the courage to ask her.

She blinks and stares at him for a moment, looking as if she'd just watched a head magically sprout from his shoulder. She was torn between shaking her head and calling him stupid and throwing her arms around him. In the end, she speaks in an odd voice that sounded like she was on the verge of tears. "Of course not. It's not your fault."

“But Alex, it is my fault, in a way.” Sherlock looked at her straight in the eye, not taking his eyes off her once. “You probably don’t know enough about the world we live in so I will try and explain to for you. An alpha’s job is to protect his mate. In theory I didn’t do that. Your dad felt the need to get away from me even though biologically he should want to be close to his alpha all the time especially whilst he was pregnant. So, to conclude, there must be something wrong with me if he had to leave me.” Sherlock finally took his eyes off of Alex, shrugging like it didn’t matter.

He had spent the past two weeks trying to find a reason why John would leave him and the explanation he had just given Alex was the only one he would think of. It couldn’t just be that John was scared about how Sherlock would react, that just wouldn’t make sense. He had to be lying.

"You're right" Alex nods, face serious. "I don't know much about it all and probably lack a lot of knowledge on the subject" She pauses for a brief moment. "But I know my dad. He is stupidly good at ignoring his Omega instincts and he’s ridiculously stubborn. He convinced himself that you wouldn't love me or him if you found out, so he left, ignoring his wants as an Omega" Moving closer, Alex places a hand on Sherlock's arm "so do not blame yourself" 

“I never thought that I would have such a wise daughter.” Sherlock chuckles, moving to face his daughter and smiling widely at her. “You are right in that respect. He was always stubborn before so he probably still is. I will try and remember that, for your sake.”

Alex narrows her eyes a little, seeing how Sherlock avoided the subject of the him blaming himself. She drops it though. She wouldn't get involved in their relationship - not unless she absolutely had to for their sake. For now, she'd enjoy having Sherlock around and get to know him better. Sewing her family together could wait a while. Surely, she thinks, if they're meant to be together things will work out in time. 

Although, she'd never been the patient type. 

“Food. Eat. Now.” Sherlock ordered, realising that the food would be stone cold if they didn’t start eating it soon enough. He didn’t want to look like a bad father would didn’t feed his daughter although he had a feeling that she might have picked up his eating habits.

Alex nods and immediately does as Sherlock asks. Not because she's the obedient type of child (she's really not) but because she's starved and it'd be rude and mean to refuse what her dad wants. Sometimes, her rebellious streak confuses her. Maybe it just comes with growing up. 

When she's done, she collects their plate and takes them into the kitchen. Automatically, she turns the kettle on. She liked it here. It felt like home just as much as her actual home did. 

Sherlock watches as his daughter clears away without him mentioning that she needed to do it. She thought about telling her that he could do it but then it was so nice to see his daughter acting so normal around his home. It was almost as if she had lived here all her life. Once Sherlock had finished his dinner, he got and also cleaned away his things, staying out of Alex’s way so she could do her own thing. He remembered when he grew up that he hated adults acting like they were more superior and always needed to know where he was and what he was doing. He didn’t want his daughter to think that of him so he gave her a bit of space but of course not too as that would make him irresponsible (he found that out from the internet).

Alex makes her tea before he glances down the hall to where Sherlock's room and the bathroom were. "Where will I be sleeping during my visits?" She tilts her head to look at Sherlock, seeming very child-like in the action. 

Sherlock smiles at Alex briefly before walking towards the kitchen door. “If you follow me I can show you.” He walks out of the door, hoping that Alex is following him. “This will be your room. You can decorate it however you like. It. It used to John’s.... your dad’s room before he started to sleep in my bed.” Sherlock walks over to the bed and takes a few of the boxes with his chemistry equipment inside off of the bed, moving it to the side of the room so that he can put them in his room when it comes to Alex’s bedtime.

Alex nods and looks around with eager eyes, imagining all the different ways she could decorate it. She could imagine it as blue. Or maybe a lilac. She could get Nathan to come round and help and then she could introduce her friends to Sherlock and they'd all have fun getting covered in paint. 

"This is going to be great" Alex grins and quickly gives Sherlock a hug. 

“Yes I think it will be.” Sherlock says hugging his daughter back. It would be like having a piece of John back while she stayed over...

Alex let herself get lost in all the possibilities of the decoration of this room. It was very exciting. Also, it felt like by doing this is going to be restarting something. Not just for her but for all of them. This would be her room, not 'John's old room' and it might, she hopes, help them all adjust to this new life and to this situation. God, the not prying was already getting difficult and it was only half an hour ago she told herself that in no way would she meddle in her parent's love life. 

Okay, she thinks to herself, not Nathan. I'll get dad to come help us. We can decorate this room as a family.

Sherlock sits on the bed looking around the room. He hasn’t been in here in so long that it is quite weird for him to see it again. It felt like yesterday that he was helping John move in to Baker Street, placing the single box full of his possessions into the room. Now it would be Alex moving into the room, not John but it was still better than having no one occupying the room, he would no longer be alone all the time.  

“Maybe we should get you some stuff tomorrow to put in the room. You’re defiantly going to need a better bed... and a bookcase... and a desk and a few other bits and pieces.” Sherlock suggests, turning back to Alex.

Alex nods "Yeah, that sounds great. Thank you." She then beams at Sherlock, coming out of her thoughts.

“Good.” Sherlock beams at Alex, happy with their little arrangement. He realised that if Alex had a proper bedroom that she could call her own, then maybe she would come round often, spend a few nights a week round Baker Street. As long as John let her...

"I already like it here" Alex tells her father with a small grin, leaning into him. A yawn escapes her, causing her to frown. She didn't want to go to sleep yet. She wanted to stay up and talk to her dad.

Sherlock frowned, seeing his daughter yawn when he wasn’t sure what he should do. Personally he thought that it was way too early to sleep but then he remembered that he himself didn’t sleep often when most normal people slept everyday for at least 6 hours. “You should sleep. I just need to get the remainder of the boxes through to the living room and then I can put some sheets on the bed for you.”

Alex nods. "Okay. I have to get to school tomorrow anyway" 

Sherlock nods, picking up a box and began to carry it down the stairs, knowing that this might take a while. “Do you have any clothes with you that you could wear to bed?” Sherlock called out, dumping the box on his chair.

"Uhmmmm." Alex looks around and walks into the living room to get her bag. She holds it in the air triumphantly "Yep!"

“You can use the bathroom next to my room to get dressed in while I put these boxes away and sort out your bed. There should be a spare toothbrush in the cabinet so you can use that to brush your teeth.” Sherlock said, going up the stairs to get another box.

Alex nods and heads into the bathroom. She takes her time in changing into her pyjamas that were covered in a repeat pattern of different sport balls; baseballs, basketballs, tennis balls and footballs. 

Once she'd finished with changing and had folded her clothes up and placed them in the bag, Alex peers into the mirror. She stares for a long time, noting the similarities between her and Sherlock. Not for the first time either. 

The biggest and most obvious feature that they shared was the hair. Hers sat in long ringlets that reached her shoulders and was the same dark brown colour. 

Smiling, Alex ties her hair up before brushing her teeth and leaving the bathroom.

Sherlock had managed to get all of the boxes downstairs into the lounge and had begun the struggle of putting the sheets on when Alex entered. Although Sherlock hadn’t lived at his parents’ house since he was 17, he still was unable to put the goddamn sheets on. Usually he removed them and shoved them in the washing machine and by the time that he had come back from a case, they were already on the bed (he thought Mrs Hudson did it even though she claimed not to be his housekeeper.)

Alex giggles when she sees Sherlock's struggle and moves to help by pulling the top corners over the mattress as Sherlock does the bottom. She then helps to put the sheets on the duvet and cases on the pillows. Between the two of them, they easily managed to sort the bed out. 

“Thank you.” Sherlock smiles at his daughter, walking over to the door before turning around. “If you need anything just call down to me. I should be awake but if I’m not just knock on my bedroom door and come in.”

"Okay. Night, Dad..." Alex hesitates a moment but decides that saying the L word may be a little premature at this time. "Goodnight" She repeats, smiling. 

“Night darling.” The sentimental word flowing off his tongue so easily yet it made a knot form in his chest. He was getting attached to the girl who looked so much like John yet was so much like himself.

Alex smiles to herself, pleased that John couldn't have bee further from the truth. Sherlock seemed to be fine, happy even, that she existed. That was an amazing feeling. Only a tiny part of her believed that Sherlock may not want her but she was relived anyway. 

She climbs into the bed and not long after lying down, she drifts into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. 

Thoughts kept flowing through Sherlock’s head, making it near impossible to stay still for 5 minutes. In only a few weeks his life had changed so much... defiantly for the better. He had a daughter who was perfect and a complete little miracle. He had never thought about having children but now he had one, he loved the idea more than he could ever admit. He also had John back (in a way). Although they were not together (and probably never would be) their friendship meant a great deal to Sherlock and even if it was slightly awkward at the moment, he was sure that things would return back to how they were when they were friends in no time.