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Dec. 26th, 2018
Stag night
Dec. 26th, 2018 01:44 pmFrowning, John adjusts his shirt and looks into the mirror. He's not really looking forward to tonight. The stag night is tonight and that means tomorrow is the wedding.
Worst of all he'll be out partying with Sherlock all night. Just a painful reminder of his mistake in choosing Mary.
It took three years for him to recover from sherlock's death. Well, actually no, how could he recover? He'd always had feelings for Sherlock but now Sherlock would never know.
I love you. Those three little words, he'd never be able to tell him. Only had he whispered them at his grave, visiting nearly every week to drop by and say it, hoping each time he'd hear.
Every night started with a prayer for his return. And with each night, sleep became impossible. Even the slightest things reminded him of his presence. The smell of cigarettes, an empty chair, they were all memories.
Sherlock was everything. Without him, John had nothing. But now, Sherlock had returned. And John had Mary.
With a sigh, John unbuttons and puts on another shirt, deciding he didn't like the first one.
He knows he can't help but love Sherlock. But he's married to Mary now. Or will be soon. But at least he's got tonight. Maybe he can forget.
"Sherlock?!" He calls aloud as hes finally finished dressing and looks around his room. "You seen my phone anywhere?"
Worst of all he'll be out partying with Sherlock all night. Just a painful reminder of his mistake in choosing Mary.
It took three years for him to recover from sherlock's death. Well, actually no, how could he recover? He'd always had feelings for Sherlock but now Sherlock would never know.
I love you. Those three little words, he'd never be able to tell him. Only had he whispered them at his grave, visiting nearly every week to drop by and say it, hoping each time he'd hear.
Every night started with a prayer for his return. And with each night, sleep became impossible. Even the slightest things reminded him of his presence. The smell of cigarettes, an empty chair, they were all memories.
Sherlock was everything. Without him, John had nothing. But now, Sherlock had returned. And John had Mary.
With a sigh, John unbuttons and puts on another shirt, deciding he didn't like the first one.
He knows he can't help but love Sherlock. But he's married to Mary now. Or will be soon. But at least he's got tonight. Maybe he can forget.
"Sherlock?!" He calls aloud as hes finally finished dressing and looks around his room. "You seen my phone anywhere?"
Don't keep me waiting
Dec. 26th, 2018 01:50 pm"Pool. 40 minutes. Come alone. Don't keep me waiting."-JM
The text was sent immediately after Jim arrived. He looked around and studied the empty room, remembering slight bits of information he'd forgotten over the years. Like was color the walls were, or just small stuff that he didn't really care to remember.
Carl had died here. He definitely remembered that. How couldn't he? Carl's death was one of the things that brought him to Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock was the only one who figured it out. Yet the police didn't believe him.
Jim smiled at the memory.
Ah, Sherlock. It'd been a while since they last met. Last time they met it was the same location; he strapped a bomb to John's chest and almost shot the two of them, had it not been for Irene. That bitch.
This time would be different. Just him and Sherlock.
Jim shivered and shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat for warmth.
"Cold. Kinda wish I'd dressed warmer." he mumbled before looking down into the pool at his reflection.
Of course there was the chance that wouldn't just be them. Perhaps Sherlock has called the police ahead of time. But he knew he wouldn't, and he was willing to risk it anyways.
Suddenly feeling the urge to text him again, Jim pulled out his phone.
"Running late? Looking forward to seeing you."-JM
Finishing off the sentence with a flirtatious smiley emoji, Jim sent the text and waited.
The text was sent immediately after Jim arrived. He looked around and studied the empty room, remembering slight bits of information he'd forgotten over the years. Like was color the walls were, or just small stuff that he didn't really care to remember.
Carl had died here. He definitely remembered that. How couldn't he? Carl's death was one of the things that brought him to Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock was the only one who figured it out. Yet the police didn't believe him.
Jim smiled at the memory.
Ah, Sherlock. It'd been a while since they last met. Last time they met it was the same location; he strapped a bomb to John's chest and almost shot the two of them, had it not been for Irene. That bitch.
This time would be different. Just him and Sherlock.
Jim shivered and shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat for warmth.
"Cold. Kinda wish I'd dressed warmer." he mumbled before looking down into the pool at his reflection.
Of course there was the chance that wouldn't just be them. Perhaps Sherlock has called the police ahead of time. But he knew he wouldn't, and he was willing to risk it anyways.
Suddenly feeling the urge to text him again, Jim pulled out his phone.
"Running late? Looking forward to seeing you."-JM
Finishing off the sentence with a flirtatious smiley emoji, Jim sent the text and waited.
nightmares
Dec. 26th, 2018 01:55 pmA few months had gone by after Sherlock's proposal and lately John Watson had been feeling like the happiest man in the world. However he hadn't heard a word from Mary. This was unsettling.
He'd deleted her number long ago so there was no way for her to get in contact. Even if was in contact with her he'd tell Sherlock. Surely if she'd spoken to Sherlock he'd say something.
But that was the thing with Mary. She could be capable of anything. And she had been silent lately. But if Sherlock noticed anything suspicious he'd know.
John awoke with a gasp. He had been startled by a nightmare, something that hadn't occurred much recently. Before he met Sherlock he'd have plenty of nightmares about the war. But these weren't dreams about the war.
He sat up, took a breath and tried to recollect his thoughts. Finally managing to calm down and assure himself, John shut his eyes and layed back down.
Just as he did Rosie began to cry from the other room. John sighed. "She must be having a nightmare too."
He'd deleted her number long ago so there was no way for her to get in contact. Even if was in contact with her he'd tell Sherlock. Surely if she'd spoken to Sherlock he'd say something.
But that was the thing with Mary. She could be capable of anything. And she had been silent lately. But if Sherlock noticed anything suspicious he'd know.
John awoke with a gasp. He had been startled by a nightmare, something that hadn't occurred much recently. Before he met Sherlock he'd have plenty of nightmares about the war. But these weren't dreams about the war.
He sat up, took a breath and tried to recollect his thoughts. Finally managing to calm down and assure himself, John shut his eyes and layed back down.
Just as he did Rosie began to cry from the other room. John sighed. "She must be having a nightmare too."