"Say that to me again!"

"I'm sorry, John." John promptly punched Sherlock again.

His anger stemmed any sort of shock John had at seeing Sherlock alive again. This was worse than when Sherlock performed that experiment on him at Baskerville.

"You're lucky I don't kill you!" John pulled Sherlock up off the floor by the shoulders of his shirt.

"Much appreciated." Sherlock was recovering from the last blow when John punched him squarely in the nose, knocking him backwards over the coffee table and onto the floor in front of the sofa.

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew you would pull some sort of stunt like this. Somehow, deep down, I knew that you didn't kill yourself. You're the type of bastard that's too self-righteous to take his own life."

Sherlock pulled himself up onto the sofa, clutching his nose in his hand. "Self-righteous? How incredulous!" Sherlock looked at his hand and saw blood on it. "I think you broke my nose."

"Good!" John stood there looking at Sherlock. He wrung and fiddled his left hand as typical when angry.

"You know," Sherlock said getting off the couch and looking for something to staunch the bleeding. "I did it for you. I did it to protect you. And Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade." He rummaged through the things on the table.

"Protect me? Protect me from what? Moriarty?" John laughed at the idea. "Are you forgetting that I was a soldier? I can protect myself, Sherlock." Sherlock remembered that he had a handkerchief in his pocket. He pulled it out and held it to his nose.

"It was better this way, John."

"Better? Better how?"

"I wouldn't have to worry about you getting hurt or killed. Nor Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade." John just stared at Sherlock. Sherlock stormed up to John. "He threatened you! Up on the rooftop, he threatened all of you! He was going to have you all killed! What else was I supposed to do?"

"Well, you could have at least told me." John was starting to calm down, now that the adrenaline was wearing off. He was starting to regret punching Sherlock several times and potentially breaking his nose. Sherlock was fiddling with his nose and it was beckoning to the doctor in John. "Come here. Let me look."

Sherlock obeyed John's command for once. John squeezed Sherlock's nose causing a yelp of pain to emit from the tall man. John smiled to himself at the small victory. "This is going to hurt." John grabbed Sherlock's nose and put it back to where it should be. Sherlock yelled again.

"Thank you, John. And I really am sorry."

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