By the time Sherlock is done talking, John is ten times more confused than he was before. But whenever he would try to form what he would want to say, Sherlock would look distraught and would sigh in a distressed manor. So John would close his mouth.
About an hour after Sherlock told him what happened, John gets up to get his tea. Steam was no longer rising from the cup. John picks it up and takes a sip. He immediately spits it out and his face scrunches up. "Oh, damn."
Sherlock pops his head into the doorway. "Something wrong?"
"My tea is cold. It's fine."
"Okay." Sherlock's head disappears and John begins to make another cup of tea.
When it's made and he's settled into his chair across from Sherlock, there's a knock on the door.
Sherlock gets up and opens the door.
"Sherlock?!"
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Sorry about the cussing in this one, it's just the way John talks so deal with it :)
Have a nice day.
I'll update the last two chapters tomorrow.
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I Can See You
FanfictionJohn Watson had been having a hard time coping with Sherlock Holmes's death. So when Sherlock miraculously reappears in the flat one day, why does John take it so well?
