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19 Jul 2012
Sherlock's eyes snapped open, the light in the room nearly blinding, but he could see in the chair next to his bed, holding his hand, alive and well and completely fine... "John," Sherlock croaked, his throat dry and rough.
John's face split into a wide, relieved grin. "Oh, so now you decide to listen to me," he said, laughing slightly. "Good to have you back, mate. Have some water, you sound like shit."
(I own nothing of these characters. All Sherlock rights go to the BBC, Moffat, and Gatiss. I'm just having some fun.)
- Part 2 of Putting Us Back Together