One nice thing about being a god, he would walk around without being seen by the humans. Usually he didn't give a shit , but it was nice to prowl around sometimes.

And this was a time.

It wasn't too hard to find John. As soon as he came into view, Sherlock stopped dead in his tracks. It was John... HIS John.. He was a little younger, less worry lines around the eyes, a little lower hairline, but this was HIS John.. He wanted so badly to reveal himself, but that would have been a terrible idea, so he watched the man work.

This was one soul that Sherlock was not going to get today, John saved his life and his arm.