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In The Dark - Chapter 7It was a picture of John. He was smiling; his face was lit up with happiness. It was beautifully drawn, as if by an expert. John's eyes felt hot, and his vision blurred from the wet tears that glazed his eyes. He missed Sherlock so much. He wished he could talk to him about the things he'd found. Instead, they remained as unsaid conversations, begging to be had but the person to have them with wasn't there. He sat on the edge of Sherlock's bed and looked through the rest of the sketch book.
There was a twinge in Sherlock's stomach, like something had occurred… something important.
"Don't be stupid, you may as well be superstitious to think like that." He mumbled to himself.
"What was that?"
Sherlock had forgotten where he was for a moment.
"Nothing, Molly. It's of no importance."
"Alright, well I'm going out for a bit." Molly grabbed her handbag from the kitchen counter.
"Where?" Sherlock turned his head.
"I'm going to see Greg." She blushed.
Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"What?" Molly q
In The Dark - Chapter 6John was glad that he'd finally gone out with someone. Being in the flat all the time was driving him crazy, but at the same time, he was glad to come back. He went straight into Sherlock's room after getting home from breakfast with Molly. He looked in the same drawer that he'd found the first drawing, digging through the pairs of socks. He had no luck. He approached the bedside table when Mrs Hudson called him for breakfast. He left Sherlock's room, the door ajar.
Sherlock was thinking out loud in the car.
"So he found the one of the window? Well, that one was rather obvious; I'd hidden in the draw hastily. I didn't have time to put it away properly." He said as Molly drove along the busy road.
"I don't understand what the big deal about him seeing them is." Molly said, eyeing Sherlock in the mirror.
"They are personal, simple as that."
"Well, I suppose nothing will be personal now that he thinks you're dead." Molly said a little too snappily.
Sherlock looked up. "What's your probl
In The Dark - Chapter 5There was a buzz. John turned his head and pushed himself up in the bed, reaching over to his phone. There was a new message.
I was just wondering if you wanted to catch up today. You could choose the place; that's if you want to catch up. It's okay of you don't.
John stared at the message for a while. When he thought about it, Molly was probably the only person he'd really want to see. Even he knew men weren't exactly good with emotional situations. He couldn't picture how Lestrade would react if he burst into tears in his presence. John sent back a text to Molly.
Sounds great. Where do you want to meet? Do you want to have breakfast somewhere?
John inspected his message before he pressed 'Send'. He still had the habit of writing 'JW'. The thought of erasing it and writing his full name occurred, but he decided against it and sent the message.
Molly sent back a reply quickly, making the arrangements, before placing her phone back on the tabl
AsylumJohn strode through the sickeningly white halls of the asylum, being led by two tall, burly men. They came to a halt at a plain white door labelled 'Holmes, Sherlock', and unlocked it. The pushed open the door and let John walk through, the two men following him inside, closing the door and standing on either side of it.
There he was; the former detective. He was once so brilliant, and now, he sat in the corner of the white room, in an off-white straight jacket. His chest was rising and falling with each breath, and he stared into the nothingness absently. John approached Sherlock cautiously, worried about what might happen. This was his first visit. He was scared to see Sherlock; scared that he'd be too different. He wanted to remember his best friend for what he was; when he was sane. But then, he didn't want him to be alone.
He crouched down in front of Sherlock, and looked into his eyes. After a few moments, the former detective looked up, and met John's gaze. Those brilliant eyes
In The Dark - Chapter 4"John, was that really necessary?" Mrs Hudson closed the front door behind them.
"Yes, it was! This is his fault! He gave all that information to Moriarty so that he knew exactly how to destroy Sherlock!"
"I think we'd best go up and have some tea." Mrs Hudson suggested.
"Contrary to popular belief, Mrs Hudson, tea does not solve everything!"
"Maybe so John, but you should have some anyway.
John had calmed down a bit after he sat down with Mrs Hudson, and they talked about Molly.
"I think you should take her up on her offer." Mrs Hudson said.
"I don't need help."
"You may think that isolating yourself is the best thing to do, but it really isn't, John. You need company and friends. Otherwise you'll drown in your own thoughts."
"So you know what I need do you? You just know how I'm feeling now?"
"You're not the only one who's lost someone, you know." Mrs Hudson spoke softly.
Now John felt stupid. Of course, she'd lived longer than him, of course in that time someone she loved would ha
In The Dark - Chapter 3When the funeral was over, John called a cab immediately, wanting to leave as soon as possible. John stood in the car park, waiting impatiently for the cab to arrive, when he felt a hand on his arm.
"John," said a gentle voice.
John turned his head. Molly was gazing up at him with her soft brown eyes.
"If there's anything you need " she coughed and her eyes filled with tears.
She tried to wipe them away quickly, but she started sobbing. John wasn't sure what to do before he pulled her close to him and held her. She had broken down like he felt he was going to constantly and sometimes did when no one was around and he saw that she cared a lot about Sherlock too. She wasn't like the other people who just wore a solemn face and looked at John with pity.
Molly stepped back and looked up at John again, not bothering to remove the tears from her blotchy face.
"I want to be able to help, in any way I can. So please, don't hesitate to ask."
John nodded, afraid if breaking do
In The Dark - Chapter 2A few days had gone by with no visitors; perhaps they knew that John would need some space. But that space would soon deteriorate at the funeral.
Mrs Hudson made tea for them both that morning and they sat in the living room together, in near silence. The only sounds were of the cars passing by and of them taking a sip from their tea cups.
"You know you don't have to do this." John said abruptly.
"Do what, dear?" Mrs Hudson looked up.
"Keep me company. I can manage."
Mrs Hudson thought for a moment. "I just don't want you to feel alone, John."
"Well I am alone!" John exclaimed, and made Mrs Hudson jump.
He looked up at the landlady. She looked shocked and sad. "I'm sorry." He said.
"It's quite alright." She took another sip of tea. "Would you like me to leave you?"
"No. We have we have to talk about the the "
"Funeral." Mrs Hudson finished for him.
"Yes, that. Who will be going?" John asked painfully.
"Quite a number; many people want to pay thei
In The Dark - Chapter 1John walked all the way back to Baker Street. He didn't want to talk to anyone, not even a cabbie. His head was swimming, full of jumbled thoughts. He was barely aware of his surroundings, and nearly got hit by a car on the way to the flat.
He fumbled with the doorknob when he finally got home, and pushed his way inside. He climbed the staircase, it feeling like Mount Everest with all the effort it seemed to be taking. He entered the living room and did something unexpected, he slumped on the couch, turned to face the wall and curled up in a ball like Sherlock did sometimes. He stared into the fabric of the sofa, and finally the tears streamed down his face.
"Is that you John?" Mrs Hudson called from above.
John ignored it, and hoped that she wouldn't bother him. He didn't want to have to tell her; not now. He squeezed his eyes shut and the trapped tears escaped, doing the same as the others. He heard footsteps approaching. He panicked; Mrs Hudson was coming.
"John?" she said as she
I Think I Love You - Chapter 11 [FINALE]Moriarty was cruel. He was so, so cruel. He ripped Sherlock apart. He tore his hope and his future. He killed everyone's belief in him; everyone's but John.
John was in the cab. It felt like his stomach was tied in a knot. He had a very bad feeling; a very bad feeling indeed.
"Can you please go faster?" he said anxiously to the cabbie.
"I'm going as fast as is legal sir, I can't do any more than that." The cabbie replied.
John sighed nervously. Damn Moriarty! Damn him to the deepest pits of hell, where the most painful fires would engulf his body and burn him slowly until he finally died. What that man had done to his best friend
"Stop here." John said to the cabbie, and jumped out of the car. As his feet hit the bitumen, his phone rang. He looked at the screen; it was Sherlock.
"John," Sherlock started.
"Sherlock, are you okay?"
"Turn around and walk back where you came." Sherlock instructed.
"No, I'm coming in!" John said, eying St Bart's.
"Just do as I ask; please."
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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