Not without you, SherlockJohn walked down Baker Street to the flat. His head was hung, his gaze not focusing on what was in front of him, but more so on what was on the pavement. Everything around him seemed to just be a blur; as always. Everything was a blur now; and he was just there. He had no point to existence. He hated every day that he woke up, and paced through the lonely flat.He left everything as it was before Sherlock died, and it killed him on the inside. But it would also kill him on the inside if he moved it. He didn't want to forget. He would always remember Sherlock; forever. He was the best man he ever knew. He was the best friend he ever had.~Sherlock would check up on John as often as possible. But there was no blue scarf, or wool coat. There was no tailored suit. He had dyed his dark curls a caramel blonde, and had let his facial hair grow to a thick stubble. He wore brown contact lenses to hide his recognisable eyes, and topped off his disguise with a golfer hat. There was no way anyone
I Think I Love You - Chapter 5Shortly after leaving the café, Sherlock received a text from Molly.Find something to do while I talk to John.- MollySherlock didn't think she would get to business so soon, but after receiving the text, he decided to give Lestrade a call. He asked if there was a case (any case, even a dull one) that he could help with. After a surprised Lestrade gave him something to work with, he left for the Yard.~There were four knocks at the door. John rushed down the stairs and pulled open the black door to reveal Molly."Oh, hello Molly; what's up?""May I come in?""Of course." John pulled the door open wider and gestures for her to step inside. "Would you like some tea? I just boiled the kettle.""Yes please. Thank you, John."-After the tea was made they sat down in the living room, their steaming mugs set on the small sections of the coffee table that were bare."So, was there any particular reason you dropped by?" John asked."Yes actually. I talked to Sherlock.""Right."
I Think I Love You - Chapter 3He was in a bright clearing; the sun's rays were shining through the trees. Sherlock looked around and absorbed his surroundings. He was not alone. John approached him gracefully and placed a hand on Sherlock's."I'm sorry, Sherlock." He said, as he wrapped his arms around the detective.Sherlock held him close, until John pulled away, and his steely gaze met Sherlock's pale eyes. John's eyes flashed and glowed the brightest white. He stepped back and placed a palm on a nearby mound, which rose up to form the body of Sarah."I'm sorry I ever met you, Sherlock." John spat, his eyes still glowing. He turned to Sarah, her eyes also lighting up. They turned to Sherlock."I hate you. I've always hated you, and I don't ever want to see you again." John leaped forward and began tearing at Sherlock, his flesh being ripped off, bit by bit. He was writhing and screaming, begging for it to be over.-Sherlock jolted awake, feeling horrified. He was sweating and shaking, and the
I Think I Love YouThey'd done so much together since they first met; anyone else might think they'd known each other for years. Mrs Hudson and Lestrade also noticed how much more Sherlock smiled when John was around; and he was slightly less condescending, but not much. Sherlock and John were like the inseparable pair, like each side of the same coin. One was always there for the other.~Sherlock was fiddling with his violin on the couch, waiting for John to get home. He'd decided that today, he'd tell John what he'd been thinking for quite a while; the one thing that he did not express out loud for everyone to know.As tedious as it did seem, he'd spent a lot of the past week researching the meaning of love. The internet, in books; they all seemed to lead to the same conclusion.~At last, Sherlock heard the sound of the front door closing."Where have you been?" Sherlock called from in the living room."Sarah's, I told you I would be staying there the night." John replied, making his way up the stair