Sherlock lay in the bed of the hotel, she tried her
best getting some sleep but every time she drifted off, she’d wake back up
again.
Sherlock woke up for the 3rd time that
night, she looked around the room and sighed, she put her head , face down,
into the pillow and sighed once again.
She couldn’t even kid herself, she missed her life,
she missed her job, hell, she missed John.
Sherlock awoke once again, she looked at her phone
‘9:24am’. She sighed and got up out of bed.
She went into the bathroom looked in the mirror.
Her hair was long with curls at the bottom, though it
was a mess. Her eyes were tired looking, her skin, as pale as a ghost. She filled the sink with water about
half-way, then splashed the water in her face then dried her face with a towel
and emptied the sink.
Sherlock went back into the bedroom/ main room and
opened her backpack. Since she jumped off of St. Bart’s, she had to change her
style meaning dumping her suit, shirt, her favorite jacket and scarf for jeans,
a plan grey top and a jumper. The only thing she kept was her shoes, she didn’t
care bout them.
She got changed into the clothes and dumped the
sleepwear into her backpack and tided the bed, then, double checked she had
everything, then brushed and tied up her hair and opened the door.
She locked the door and walked down to reception, gave
in her key to her room, she got the room 221 by chance,
She walked out and looked out on London, it was dark,
looked like it was gonna rain, she sighed, then hauled a cab
“Baker Street” Sherlock said and off the cab drove...
John sat in his usual chair next to the doors of the
kitchen or lab as Sherlock would call it.
He did miss Sherlock, A LOT, he would wake up at the
same time thinking he heard her play the violin, only to be sadden by the sound
of cars. He didn’t blog much, not many cases, just a few robberies that’s all.
No murders, no nothing.
John thought bout Moriarty, he was never buried or
anything, his body wasn’t at St. Bart’s. He found that a bit strange but he would
be useless with out the brains of Sherlock with him. He sighed, then door had a
knock. John raised an eyebrow but answered it. It was Mrs Hutchinson.
“Hi sweetheart” She said cheerfully.
“Hello Mrs Hutchinson.” John said, putting on a smile.
“I just came in to drop some mail off for you; it’s
under Sherlock’s name.”
“Bills, then” John said.
“Unfortunately” Mrs Hutchinson said “Have you got the
money for them?”
“Ye-Yeah, should have enough” John replied.
“Right, must pop off then, need to meet a friend of
mine, see you soon John.”
“Goodbye Mrs Hutchinson” John said, waving goodbye
then closed the door and sighed.
His job wasn’t doing so good, he still used Sherlock’s
credit card as much as he could.
He saw that the weather wasn’t gonna be too good soon
so he decided to head off to Sherlock’s grave...
Sherlock paid the cabbie and walked down to 221B.
She saw Mrs Hutchinson go up to the door, Sherlock
pulled up her hood and walked past Mrs Hutchinson and into the alley.
Sherlock looked at her phone “13:15pm” it read, she
saw the date “5/1/13”, it was her birthday and she knew John would go and visit
her grave, she started to run down the alley to the grave yard.
When she arrived, it started to rain, heavily.
Sherlock went to her grave and looked at it...
‘’I wonder who is in here??’’ Sherlock thought to herself.
She shrugged, then looked around, John wasn’t here
yet, Sherlock then walked a couple of meters away from the grave and stayed
there till John arrived...
John grabbed his coat, walked down the stairs, locked
the door and hauled a cab to the graveyard.
He paid the driver and opened the graveyard gate.
It started to lash rain; John didn’t have a hood so he
got drenched pretty quickly.
John walked up to Sherlock’s grave and sighed.
“Hi Sherlock, it’s uh, it’s been awhile hasn’t it? I
thought I’d come today, I really have nothing to do. I’m slowly starting to believe
you are dead, but I know, deep down, you’re not.”
John sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes, he was pretty
tired.
“That thought, deep down is right, you know”
“Hm?” John said
Sherlock walked down, with her hood down, her head
drenched, smiling. John just stood there staring at her.
Sherlock reached the grave and said “I’m back, baby”
John stared.
Sherlock’s smile faded away, she stared at him.
They stood there staring at each other.
Minutes past and they were still just staring at each
other, in the pouring rain.
“Well?” Sherlock said, breaking the silence “What do
you think?”
John said nothing.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
“Are you okay?”
“F-fine, just, finding this hard to believe” John said
at last.
“Finding what to believe?” Sherlock said.
“You, being here, it’s not possible, I checked your
pulse, I saw you at the morgue”
“I faked it all” Sherlock said, proudly.
“Really?”
“Really”
“Okay, but, I-I” John just gave a confused look.
“Look I know this is all very odd but I did for a good
reason” Sherlock replied.
The rain soon turned even heavier and lighting started
to appear, neither of them caring.
“And the reason is?” John asked.
Sherlock came closer to John.
“I did it because if I didn’t, you, Lestrade and Mrs
Hutchinson would have been assassinated”
John’s eyes widened
“If Moriarty was alive and I was dead then you three
wouldn’t have been killed but since Moriarty was dead, I really didn’t have
time to make a choice, so I didn’t, then I faked it” Sherlock continued.
“So, because of you, the great detective who was
framed and said was a fake, saved three lives.....That must have been horrible...”
John said, feeling a bit guilty.
Sherlock nodded “It was very pleasant, it’s like being
locked away from your life and been forced to make a new one”
“Wow” John said “Well I’m glad your back”
“Me too” Sherlock said, smiling, then, out of nowhere,
she hugged John.
John blushed slightly then hugged her back.
“Why are you hugging me?” John asked.
Sherlock stopped hugging.
“Because, it’s something I’ve got to start doing” And
gave a cheeky grin.
John couldn’t help but laugh, Sherlock chuckled aswell.
“Now, shall we head back to our flat?”
“Oh we shall” John replied and the two of then smiled
and walked out of the graveyard.
Awww.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Tyler. <3
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