[ The day that Sherlock Holmes died meant a lot of things to a lot of people. Some would see it as the day that a great man leapt to his death, others would see it as the day the maniac behind the alias James Moriarty had finally found what he'd deserved, and a select few would see it for what it really was - blackmail.
Mycroft owed him. Mycroft owed him more than he'd ever owed anyone, and he held up his end of the deal; he told Sherlock the names he needed to find, he kept John in the dark and Sherlock continued to live a life under another alias in another country. It was harsh and it was boring - but he did what needed to be done; he killed the men that had given up their lives to keep a gun trained on the three people he cared about the most, and it took more restraint than Sherlock even knew he had to keep away from the United Kingdom.
Then came the day that he could take his name back, the day that he was allowed to live his own life with his own mind and his own movements - now he was free to be himself, and there was only one person he needed to see now that he was back.
It could never be said that John is a hard man to track down; he had taken up another job as a GP on the outskirts of London (no doubt it was too expensive for him to continue living at 221b), so Sherlock followed in his footsteps until he found himself making an appointment to see doctor John Watson in his very own GP under the name of 'Richard Brooks'.
Well, he'd hate to give the game away too quickly. ]
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Mycroft owed him. Mycroft owed him more than he'd ever owed anyone, and he held up his end of the deal; he told Sherlock the names he needed to find, he kept John in the dark and Sherlock continued to live a life under another alias in another country. It was harsh and it was boring - but he did what needed to be done; he killed the men that had given up their lives to keep a gun trained on the three people he cared about the most, and it took more restraint than Sherlock even knew he had to keep away from the United Kingdom.
Then came the day that he could take his name back, the day that he was allowed to live his own life with his own mind and his own movements - now he was free to be himself, and there was only one person he needed to see now that he was back.
It could never be said that John is a hard man to track down; he had taken up another job as a GP on the outskirts of London (no doubt it was too expensive for him to continue living at 221b), so Sherlock followed in his footsteps until he found himself making an appointment to see doctor John Watson in his very own GP under the name of 'Richard Brooks'.
Well, he'd hate to give the game away too quickly. ]