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“I broke up with her, Sunday evening. It lasted eleven months. Longer than usual. And with ‘usual’, I mean roughly four months.
My name is John Watson, and nothing ever happens to me. I’m an ex-army doctor, now living in the outskirts of London, trying to get my life back on track after I got shot in Afghanistan. I work at a small clinic, five days a week and I write in my free time. Well, I try to write, and I have to write according to my psychologist. After I got shot people ordered me to visit a person who creeps into your mind and talks with you. To get it out of your system. I’m not much of a talker face-to-face. I’d rather talk to people I don’t know, or just hold it in.
Anyway, a year ago, that’s when I met her. A friend of mine had a party and this girl just caught my eye. Lovely smile, brown, curly hair, stunning eyes and a great sense of humor. We hung out a couple of times a
Johnlock: fact and fiction, part 6When John was taking his coat off, Sherlock had the sudden urge to hold him and protect him.
The consulting detective took two large steps (even though it hurt him physically) and wrapped his arms around John’s chest, placing his head between John’s head and shoulder.
Sherlock inhaled deeply. This was John’s smell and this was his home. Wherever John would be, that would be Sherlock’s home. Sherlock smiled gently. His life was complete now.
John, on the other hand, stood frozen in place as soon as Sherlock wrapped his arms around him. He felt the warm breath in his neck, and satin curls tickling his ear. Without warning, a tingling sensation started to spread through John’s body, and he was sure his heart had skipped a few beats.
“Thank you, John, for everything,” Sherlock said, and the ex-army doctor felt the low vibrations of Sherlock’s voice coarsing through his whole being. It only intensified the earlier tingling feeling. John felt h
Johnlock: fact and fiction, part 5The moon was already high up in the sky before John and Sherlock walked home, their pace slower than usual.
“I told you we should’ve gotten a cab,” John said. Sherlock just shrugged and looked straight ahead.
“No need, I’m perfectly alright.”
“No, you’re not. You’re just hurting yourself by doing this.” And hurting me, in the process, John thought, but he didn’t say it out loud.
“Doing what, John?” Sherlock stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at John. John stopped as well. He was
getting a bit annoyed with Sherlock and his ‘all-is-fine’ act.
“This. Acting like everything’s alright, acting all high and mighty. And don’t say you’re fine, because you’re not and I can tell.” John was worried for his friend, because something was definitely wrong, and Sherlock just wouldn’t tell him what.
Sherlock sighed, turned around and continued his way. They we
Johnlock: fact and fiction, part 4Bloodied clothes. Gunshots in the distance. Cries for help everywhere.
Suddenly, a sharp pain enters in his left shoulder and the man falls down.
His vision begins to blur, until he sees a face. The face is milky white, soft skin, high cheekbones and dark curls.
The face smiles at him and nods.
“Thi- this can’t be true. You… you weren’t here when-“
Long fingers touch his lips and order him, politely, to be silent.
Then, the milky white hands help him up. There is no more pain now. Only the need to continue this fight.
John has found a reason to fight.
He wakes up, bathing in sweat, eyes wide open.
It was just a dream, John tells himself. But what was Sherlock doing there? He shouldn’t, no, couldn’t have been there.
John glanced at the alarm clock and turned onto his other side once again. He should sleep, not analyze a dream in the middle of the night.
He sighed and within moments the do
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