Escape Your Deduction - Johnlock [English Version]

Chapter 4 : Morning Thoughts

A sound signifying the arrival of a new message suddenly woke Sherlock.

How is the investigation going ? 

The detective sighed; his brother would never leave him alone. Yes, his investigation wasn't going very well, but was it an excuse to wake him up at... 6:10 a.m.?! At the sight of the time, Sherlock threw his phone against the wall on the other side of the room and rolled over in his bed with a grunt.

The elder Holmes had just draged him out of bed, and the younger Holmes hated it. Only when he was asleep did his genius brain calm down. His thoughts did not race through his dreams; it was the only time he could and did allow himself to feel more than to think.

Well, that wasn't really the only time. There was a second one; when he was under the influence of drugs. But since his last adventures in the addicts' kingdom, he didn't dare go back there.
Of course, if an investigation required him to, he would go without a second thought. However, he tried as much as possible to calm his impulses. John didn't like to see him under the influence of drugs at all. But since when did he listen to John? Since when did his opinion matter?
Since he had met him, probably; at least that's what the detective thought.

According to Sherlock, John was the only one. The only man he listened to. The only man who could change his mind or prevent him to take a dangerous path. Of course, he didn't always succeed, but even so, Sherlock only conformed to him.

Mycroft didn't like Sherlock's morphine or cocaine addiction either. But the sociopath didn't care about his big brother's fits. He was a responsible adult, he knew what he had to do and how to take care of his own life. But John... He didn't want to lose him, didn't want to hurt him. The little man was so fragile, so human. A bit too human in Sherlock's opinion. Typically the kind of person to cling to trivial things and leave a lot of room in his life for feelings of all kinds.

Like with Mary. Sherlock grimaced as he thought back about the woman. He too had had feelings for her. Not the same as John's, of course, but he had grown attached to her. And she had saved his life. The two lovers were the only people who really mattered to Sherlock; the only people he really loved. Attachment was not his forte. Even with Mycroft or Mrs Hudson he had trouble.
But now Mary was gone, and unlike him she wasn't coming back.

Only John was there now. Only John mattered. Only John had always mattered anyway

Doctor Watson was the lifeblood of Sherlock, equally ranked with solving crimes. Without him, the detective would be only half the extraordinary man he was now. It must be said that without Sherlock, John would be nothing either, or at least not much. The two men pushed each other up, saved each other's lives, and if they had never met they would only be a shadow of their former selves today.

When he had been in high-risk situations; like at the pool where John was wearing a coat made up entirely of bombs under the supervision of James Moriarty, or when the man had been trapped in a bonfire, Sherlock's heart had pounded hard in his chest. Oh yes, he had been scared; and he had never been more scared than when John was by his side. His best friend was the only attachment he had. An attachment to a sentimental life, a more human life. He wasn't sure he liked it, but he was certain he liked John.

John, Mary, John, the ongoing case, Mary, John, Mycroft, John, Mrs Hudson, John, Mary, John, John, John.

Disturbed and overwhelmed by his uncontrollable thoughts, Sherlock turned over a little more violently than the first time in his bed before deciding to get out of it with the same vivacity.

As he had gotten up too quickly, his head was spinning, but he didn't pay it any attention. He left his room and half-staggered to the kitchen. He thought about drinking a cup of tea but didn't feel like shouting the name of the woman who kept reminding the flatmates that she was not their housekeeper.

Never mind, he would wait for John to wake up. But what to do in the meantime? Play the violin? Why not. In the end it was a bad idea, very bad. John would be angry with him for dragging him out of bed and then would refuse to make him tea. He was angry with himself for having come up with such a stupid idea. Typical of the kind of idea Anderson might have, he thought, just to hurt himself on purpose.

Sherlock let himself fall down in his chair. He brought his hands to his chin, clasped his fingers together and breathed deeply. It was his favourite position for thinking. So be it, he had nothing else to do. He would just wait, and think, about the investigation at hand, and only about that.

A few minutes later he heard footsteps on the stairs. He wondered who could be visiting them at such an early hour. A client? No, no one would come so early, fearing of disturbing them.
He then listened more carefully. The step was heavy; a man. But hushed; he tried not to make a sound. A direct step, not hesitant at all. It seemed to him that he had heard this step before. A man he knew, who knew exactly where he was going but was trying to be discreet. Not Mycroft; there were only two distinct sounds and the man at the head of the British government always leaned on a long umbrella when he walked, so there would have to be a third sound. Lestrade? Too early, same as for the clients.

So who? John? He rolled his eyes; couldn't his mind stop thinking about him? John was currently sleeping in his room upstairs. Although... That steps could only be John's. A soldier's  confident walk, but one that tried to be discreet so as not to wake the other inhabitants of 221B.

John. Where had he gone? Where could he have been to come back at this hour?
At a woman's house? He couldn't have. Not so soon after Mary. Then where? And above all, with whom?

The door opened slowly and a small blonde head entered the flat. Sherlock hadn't looked up at him as he didn't need to to know for a fact that it was the one who had just been pacing his thoughts.

"Good morning John"