Could be dangerous.

The image I immediately saw in my mind, after watching the trailer. Though it probably won't be a still in the episode, had to be sketched. I suppose I simply needed to see them get a little closer to that fated reunion. Just now thought, why not write a little bit to accompany it? One way the reunion could go down, to include my sketch.



Well... Enjoy!



Sherlock: (Entering the restaurant and removing his coat, he walks more slowly than usual - yet directly towards his old friend, who seems to be waiting patiently at a table in the back for someone. Making it to be a few feet from table, Sherlock reaches out for John’s arm, having planned to first assure him of his existence.)

John: (Feeling someone approach to his left, he coolly offers the seat across from him, eyes remaining busy, searching the menu.) “Oh good Mary, I was just about to order...”

S: (With lips slightly parted, as he was just about to speak - and yet, perhaps not, he pauses. He’s suddenly reconsidering his words. Instead of speaking unpracticed lines, he takes the offer - though not intended for him, and quietly seats himself across from the unsuspecting John.)

J: (Having yet to look up from the menu, he reminisces.) “This reminds me of the day we met....” (John is now looking up, wide-eyed, and seeing him - the brilliant consulting detective, the only one in the world, the one to his knowledge, he saw commit suicide - his best friend to whom he owed so much - for whom he had grieved so much.) “Sherlock...” (His pulse jumps to a restless speed, and he would had shot right out of his seat, had his body not been left drifting, as he needed all his being to focus on what he was seeing. Sherlock smiles apologetically.)

S: (Distracted from the situation by his natural urge to survey his friend’s reaction, Sherlock is busy reading - intense on John’s stare, which appears blank - a result of too many emotions battling in his eyes and canceling each other out, shock - near-fright, confusion, happiness and depression being relived. After a few moments, Sherlock comes back from his studying and realizes he should say at least something given the situation - in addition, John is seeming to grow more and more uneasy - if that were even possible, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. For once Sherlock is a bit lost for the right words, but he manages something.) “I.. um... John?”

J: (After a minute of staring in complete disbelief at his believed-to-be-dead friend, who’s voice he’s also now heard - now echoing once again in his mind.) “Sherlock...” (His eyes seemed to fight back emotion.)

S: (Starting to explain.) “... I realize I must have-”

J: (In panic, thinking he is going crazy, hallucinating or something, John is angry with himself.) What the bloody hell is going on?!”

S: (In an failing effort to calm.) “... Straight to the point then. Hard as it may be to believe, John, I’m not dead. I can explain-”

J: "SHUT UP!" (He says loudly, drawing the attention of the whole room. Yet he is busy trying to grasp that statement which would make him not crazy, repeating it to try and get it in his head, hand to his forehead, wrinkles growing deeper between his brows.) “You’re not... You-” (Hand slightly lifted from the table, wanting reach out and make sure, but staying on it's side of the table.)

S: (Drawing material from his intended mental script.) “You saw what I meant for you to see.”

J: (John’s mouth is a small straight line.) “You-”

S: (Thinking he’d at least at first keep it simple for his friend - who’d always complained when he didn’t follow the reasoning behind deductions.) “I faked it. A trick... I’m sorry.”

J: “You faked it...” (After a long period of silence, and thoughts running through his head, John’s hand clenches into a fist resting on the table.)

S: (Noticing immediately, almost even before - and so feeling a tad unwelcome, Sherlock gets up, followed immediately by John’s standing abruptly.) “Well, I’ll be at our flat when-.”

J: (Wanting deep down to believe it, his mind now turns to delivering punishment.) “YOU-?!? NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU-!?? FOR YEARS YOU’VE LET ME THINK-!!! ... I- ..." (For a few seconds - having released what anger had quickly built up, the fire subsidies, his arms lower ever so slightly, and his joy at seeing Sherlock alive lights his eyes, which Sherlock notices with optimism. But the second passes and once again, John is in a rage.)

S: (Eyeing John’s fist as it and John were following him away from the table.) “Now John... Let’s-” (Just then, John throws himself and a stone-cold revengeful blow at Sherlock’s face. Though a blow to the face - not the legs, it is plenty to knock him off his balance, leaving Sherlock stumbling backwards and hitting a table, raising himself somewhat to attempt a more sincere apology.) “I’m am sorry, John.”

Mary: “John, WHAT are you doing?!” (Approaching concerned, yet unwilling to get in the middle whatever was happening, she just stands with a worried look and open mouth.)

J: (Ignoring her, too focused on yelling at the man steading himself against a nearby table.) “YAH, AND I’M BLOODY SORRY TOO! SORRY MY FRIEND IS SUCH A DICK HE APPARENTLY FAKED COMMITTING SUICIDE AND IS NOW STANDING HERE LIKE NOTHING F%^*#@G HAPPENED!!

S: (Noticing his own blood on his hand.) “I-...” (Falling a bit over himself, looking as apologetically as possible at John, whilst holding his bleeding nose.)

M: (Remembering the stories John had told her.) “NO... Is that?-”

J: (Having yet to break eye contact with Sherlock since first seeing him - and still not completely believing what he sees, the fury subsiding only to intense anger, he turns to leave, in need of more than air. For a moment though, before breaking eye contact, it seems written all over his face that he wants to embrace his friend, but he thinks better than to deny Sherlock his punishment, and takes his leave.) “Mary, I’ll be in the car.”

S: (Watches him go out the door, admittedly unhappy with not having his one friend back right away, yet knowing full well what he was going into and that he should have expected nothing less. Having been longingly watching the door through which his friend had left just moments ago, he eventually turns to Mary, who's expression is complex.)



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