John had given up. Once again he had lost Sherlock. He had been so sure that he would get to see his Sherlock again and return back to the life he had got so used to. maybe marry the man and even have kids...Apparently this wasn't the case.
After a week of being in hospital, Sherlock had been discharged with a warning not to engage in any activities that could cause him harm. Every single day John had stayed by his side hoping that Sherlock would recognise him. He never did. Sherlock had gotten used to the strange man that even mycroft wouldn't talk about. Without fail whenever he awoke from his sleep he would see John, not knowing who he was and how he knew him as he would never explain and whenever Sherlock pestered him, he would put his earphones in and ignore him.
As concerned as John was, he could see that all attempts to get Sherlock to remember him were pointless. And so he had returned to his flat- the one that he had lived in before moving in with Sherlock.
John had spoken to mycroft many times, trying to figure a way he could jolt Sherlock's memory. Mycroft was never any use. The conversations never went great.
'Why do you care so much!! You don't even know if he ever really loved you! Caring is a weakness and in no way an advantage.'- mycroft
'Oh shut up, We all have our weaknesses! Even you.'- John
'It's better this way.'
'Letting him go the first time was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I will not let it happen again. I want you to leave please. Leave right now.'
John I'm not going to leave you in the state you are in, your crying, your angry, you could do anything and if Sherlock were to ever remember he would kill me if I let anything happen to you.'
'BUT HE'S NOT COMING BACK IS HE. Now please get out my house before I break your nose.'
That particular meeting was the last time he had seen any of the Holmes family. He had managed to have a couple of drinks with lestrange but it never seemed the same. Without Sherlock that was.
Life had suddenly become so... boring. No Sherlock. No murders. No nothing. He didn't even need to work, mycroft had made sure of that by giving him far to much money than necessary even though he had refused many times.
It had only been weeks since the return of Sherlock Holmes and yet the entire of London was raving about it, none seemed to notice that John was no longer a part of his life anymore- apparently he was easy to forget.
It was astonishing how much your life could change within a couple of minutes, this is something John had learnt to live with. Little did he know how maybe his life could be changed for the better, with one knock of the door.
It was a normal night. The same as all the others. John was sat in his big armchair in front of the telly with thoughts of Sherlock in the back of his mind, wondering what he had been doing since he was let out of hospital. There had been no major crimes on the news that he had heard of so that left him considered as to what his past lover could be doing.
That was when he heard a knock on the door. Confused, John stood up and walked to the door. He wasn't expecting anyone at this time so he had no idea who it could be. Especially at this time of night.
He looked through the peep hole and he couldn't see anyone, ignoring his instincts to not answer the door, he did anyway. Removing the latch and turning the handle he looked out the small gap and saw the one person that he never though he would see again.
Stuttering, he formed the words with his mouth that he planned to say.
'Sherlock?'
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johnlock: forgive and forget
Fanfiction//COMPLETED//JOHNLOCK// Sherlock is gay. John isnt gay. Or his he? What would you do for your best friend who's supposedly dead? Would you forgive him? If you forget something can you revive that memory just as easy as forgetting it? A/U no Mary, S...
