Sherlocks POV

When Y/n and I got to my flat so I could talk to her, I noticed that John was sitting at his desk, with his laptop on top, typing away. 'Probably writing another love letter to his girlfriend' I deduced.

"Ah,Sherlock. Did you get the mil-" he stopped mid sentence and looked up to make eye contact with me, but then suddenly looked to the side with a look that said both stunned and angry.

I had never seen John make a face like this, so I was wondering why since that wasn't like John to stop like that. Well, that was until I then  realized that I had y/n behind me, so I moved to the side of the two old friends, and  into the kitchen so they could catch up.

I'd get to talk to her later anyways, what's waiting another couple minutes going to hurt?

Johns POV

When I heard the door open, I assumed that it was Sherlock with the milk, so I kept on writing on my laptop to Rebeca apologizing for mixing Rebeca's name up with my previous girlfriend, Sarah. So, I kept on typing, that was until I heard two pairs of footsteps instead of the one.

When I looked up to ask Sherlock if he had the milk I was surprised to find the girl I practically called my sister, y/n standing right behind him. Looking at me with a similar look as my own.

"Hello John" Y/n said with tears building up in her eyes.  All I could think of doing, was to get up and out of the chair and run up to hug her tightly and never let her leave me again, well us.

Not one night passed by that I spent feeling like I lost a part of himself, all the days he felt could've done something to make her stay. I stopped thinking like that and was began to feel thankful that she came back. To not only me, but Sherlock too.

He was absolutely beside himself when she left, I'm hoping I can convince her to stay not only in London, but in our lives this time.

Y/n's POV

" I've missed you y/n. It's been so quiet without you and Sherlock not trying to deduce the people from the window."  He said as a slight laugh came out of both of your mouths. " yeah, I've missed those days too."  You said with tears still rolling down your face.

"So, how have you been?" You asked, trying to change the subject." Well I've started dating a girl named Rebeca, and I think that she's the one. I'm going to be going to her place for dinner and I'm going to propose." He said with a big smile on his face.

"That's great! What time are you going over?"you asked curiously,"well I'm going in about-" he said while looking at his watch, then his eyes went wide." NOW! Oh no, I wish we could talk more but I'm late! Bye!"He said to you while he ran down the stairs and into the night. You chuckled at his scurrying down the stairs.

'Still the same old John I remember, always late for dates.' you thought.

Sherlock came back from the kitchen and sat down in his chair, with two cups of tea in his hands. He passed one of the two to you as you sat down in John's chair. " So, what did you want to talk about Sherlock?" You asked with curiosity laced behind your words as you took a sip of your tea. As you were taking the sip, you smirked, 'He still remembers how I like it.'

"What? Oh yeah, I wanted to ask you the real reason why you came back?" He said while he was putting his teacup and saucer down, and started plucking his violin instead. He did this when he was either deeply thinking, or the rare time that he was nervous. You cursed under your breath, you knew he could tell you were lying , he always could.

"Well umm, it brings us back to the night I left then." You said " what do you mean when you left London? Or when you left Baker Street?"  He sat there with a face of confusion, while you sat there with a face of sadness remembering that night.

"No Sherlock, it's when I left you." You said looking at him with a face that said you were still hurting but also emotionless, from what would call the worst night of your life.

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Dun dun DUNNNN! A cliffhanger (plz don't kill me.)

Also, sorry for all the POV changes!

-Kate 💙