(John's POV)

Once we walked into the flat, we found Mrs. Hudson cooking. "Do you need any help?" Sherlock asked. 

"No thank you. I don't need fingers in the salad." Mrs. Hudson chuckled. I nodded and Sherlock stumbled slightly. 

"Are you okay?" I quickly asked, a little worried. I didn't want to lose him for real this time. He chuckled and just gestured towards the couch. I nodded again and quickly walked over to the couch.

He layed down and rested his head in my lap. "What's going on?" I asked. He looked up at me through his bangs and my stomach twisted in knots. 

"Just a little exhausted is all. I havent's slept very well for the past two years. Probably 10 hours a week at most." he said.

"That's not nothing. Why have you..."

"Because I was worried sick. I spent half of my time worrying about tracking down the damn hunters so that you wouldn't be killed when I came back. The other half of the time I spent squatting in the graveyard and worrying about you until my head hurt. If it hadn't been for Molly talking sense into me I would have showed myself long ago and you would have gotten killed for it."

I smiled slightly when he chuckled. I ran my fingers through his curly locks as his eyes drifted closed. He nestled in closer to me and I chuckled at how adorable he was when he was asleep. When he was awake, he was always thinking. He never seemed to stop but when he was asleep he didn't need to think... he probably still did but it didn't show like it did when he was awake.

I started nodding off myself when the front door opened and Lestrade and Molly walked in. Lestrade walked over to me and reached out to grab my back but jumped back when he noticed a sleeping Sherlock in my lap.

I put a finger to my lip and he nodded in understanding before backing away and helping Mrs. Hudson out in the kitchen. Molly sat in my armchair and she looked so tiny compared to it. I chuckled and Sherlock stirred, his eyes flittering open.

He stretched and pulled me down as he did so. He pressed his lips to mine. A smooth, slow kiss to show that something was there but we weren't in a hurry. Molly squealed and he smiled lightly againt my lips as Lestrade walked in, smiling widely.

"So I see that not only has Sherlock returned from the dead but he has feelings and is finally dating John. It's a miracle really. Who knew?" he chuckled and soon the whole flat was full of laughter.

"I have to ask... How did you do it?" Lestrade asked.

"Well... Greg?" Sherlock started and once Lestrade nodded he knew he had gotten it right. He would probably forget it soon anyway. "I had to make sure that when I called John he was standing in the right spot so the giant balloon thing that would catch me couldn't be seen."

"Giant balloon thing?" I asked trying to hold in a laugh.

"I don't care what it's called right now. Anyway. There was a body in the morgue that looked a lot like mine and John needed to see a body when he turned the corner. Time was of the essence  and everyone needed to hurry. So they got the balloon out of the way and Molly threw a fake body from a few floors up so that it would land on the ground. John saw the body and our biker hit him, knocking him down so that he couldn't see what was going on. I then ran and grabbed some supplies, taking the spot of the body as everyone dumped stuff on me. Placed a bal under my armpit so that if he squeezed har denough for the pulse he wouldn't get one. When John got up he rushed towards the crowed gathered around my body while the others took the body around the building like clockwork. It was convincing and he actually saw my body."

I sighed. I felt so stupid. How could I have not known but he did make it convincing enough. "Why?" Lestrade asked. Mrs. Hudson looked just as interested as I was. I knew that we were targeted but by whom and why?

"Well before I jumped I met Moriarty." I groaned, thinking about the pool. Moriarty had me strapped up with bombs and was threatening to shoo me should Sherlock not cooperate. "He and I were talking and he said that he had snipers. They were aimed at my friends my first thought was John and he said all of them... that meant Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade too. Fortunately he forgot Molly so she was able to help out with the whole thing. He said that he was going to have you killed if I didn't jump but he didn't think I'd do it which meant he had a code for them to stop. I was going to keep him alive so that he wouldn't kill you guys but he had planned to go really far and shot himself in the head so I had no leverage. It was either me or you guys and I couldn't lose you so I jumped. They thought I really died but obviously I didn't but they were taken out so that I could be back here with you guys." he finished.

I took a deep breath and the room was extremely and awkwardly silent. The oven dinged and Mrs. Hudson gestured for Molly and Lestrade to follow her into the kitchen. They set about preparing the food but all I could do was stare at Sherlock. Did he really do that for us? He risked everything to save us.

"What if your plan hadn't worked?"

"But it did."

"I know that but what if it didn't? You and I both know what I would do if you were truly dead."

"I know and I won't let that happen. John, never. I will always come back for you. I'm so so so sorry." he whispered. He wrapped me in a tight hug as I cried into his shoulder. I couldn't bear the thought of losing him again and I still find myself believing that he will disappear any second and I'll just wake up.

"If you hug him any tighter I'm afraid you might actually lose him." Molly joked and I blushed as pulled away. 

"I'm sorry." I said.

He chuckled ang hugged me again. We watched a bunch of corny Christmas movies as we ate our dinner, talking about what had happened over the past two years. Mrs. Hudson was still living here as normal. John had moved out and was going to marry someone but that didn't work out very well because of how upset he still was, so he moved back into the flat. Lestrade and Molly finally got together and everyone seemed happyish.

Once dinner was over we sat by the fire and told jokes. Sherlock had his arm wrapped around me with a blanket shrouding our shoulders. Mrs. Hudson sat closest to the fire with a blanket and Lestrade and Molly were doing the same thing as Sherlock and I were.

We passed off our presents. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything but you were dead." Lestrade kept saying. Molly smiled and handed Sherlock a present and he smiled gladly. I adopted his scarf so he finally had one of his own... again.

Mrs. Hudson got a new pair of slippers and a robe from Lestrade and Molly and she got new cooking utensils from Sherlock and I. Lestrade got an expensive watch from Sherlock and I. He got a new tellecom from Mrs. Hudson and a holiday to Paris from Molly. Molly got a brand new dress from Lestrade, a bunch of new makeup from Mrs. Hudson, and a new telly from Sherlock and I. We couldn't figure out what to get her so we decided on a new telly.

Sherlock got the scarf from Molly and Lestrade and got a bunch of new containers from Mrs. Hudson. "What do I need these for? We never cook." Sherlock asked.

"For your... experiments." she replied and Sherlock chuckled.

I got a photo album full of photos with the four of us from Lestrade. "I'm sorry. It's not the same now but I hope you like it anyway." I nodded and thanked him. I got two tickets to Italy from Molly and I knew it was for the two of us. I also got a new clarinet from Mrs. Hudson.

Then it was Sherlock's turn to give me my gift. I was so nervous for what it was because he always managed to surprise me. "John, do you remember what you were saying at the grave yesterday?" he asked.

"Mostly, yes. Why?"

"Do you remember what you asked me?" I smiled widely. I think I knew where this was going. I was getting slightly excited.

"I do."

"Yesterday, you said that it was a crappy first date that was a little bit too late and you asked me to marry you." He got down on his knee and opened the box I had seen in his drawers a few months ago. I never wanted to open it though.

"I say yes but will you? Will you marry me John Watson?" he asked. Molly started squealing as I nodded. I couldn't trust myself to speak because of how excited I was. He slid the ring on my finger with a huge smile on his face. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him.

He immediately wrapped his arms around me and kissed back. I heard a snap as someone took a photo. Chuckling, Lestrade left to go get it developed and when he finally returned he put it in the last page of the photo album. The words 'Will you marry me John Watson?' and 'Yes!' were written on the back as he slid it in.

"It's perfect. Thank you gusy so much." I smiled hugging them all at once. This was an amazing Christmas and to think, I was going to kill myself tonight after saying my goodbyes and yet here I was with the love of my life having a great time. What a turn of events.