Thousand years [JOHNLOCK]

Chapter two - God save the Queen

Months passed, and John was just starting to recover from his lost.
He still thought about Sherlock everyday.
At Mrs.Hudson' s request, John found himself a daytime job.
John worked at a hospital now, he was a doctor.

Sunday, 2.4 11 am, about a year ago since Sherlock jumped.

John's alarm clock was buzzing, and he sat up.
John turned off his clock, and dressed up.
He put on casual clothes, and looked at a mirror.
He didn't even remember the last time he saw himself. He looked horrible.
His skin was pale, and his mustache had grown.
John didn't think the mustache was a bad thing, he actually liked it.
The thing that was the most horrifying to him was his eyes.
He had heavy bags under his eyes, and his eyes weren't even blue anymore.
They were pitch black, for him being so exhausted.
He had played the violin all night, again.
He had mastered the techniques pretty well, but he was only playing slow and sad songs for his own need.
Luckily, it was the weekend now, and he finally had it off from work.
The another rather good thing was that he had a date tonight. He was going to a reastaurant with his new girlfriend, Mary.
John ate a toast, with no worry at all. He actually felt happy.
John didn't think about Sherlock anymore.
Of course he was sad, but he wasn't his only meaning of life anymore.
John still played the violin.
He had only played for himself, Mary, and Mrs.Hudson who would've heard it anyways.
John didn't hesitate, he grabbed the violin from its stand and started to play.

God save our gracious Queen
Long live our noble Queen
God save the Queen
Send her victorious
Happy and glorious
Long to reign over us
God save the Queen

John hummed quietly as he played.
*THUMP*
There was a bang on the door.
Who the hell is it
John thought, and opened the door.
"Oh, Mary. Hello, what a surprise." John said,he really was surprised.
" Hello John! I was at the grocery store, and bought you some food since you never leave your flat." She said rather happily.
" Now, help me carry these." She instructed. John did as he was told to do.

John ate another breakfast with Mary. When he was done eating, he played the violin and Mary listened to it.
" Where did you learn to play so well?" Mary asked, clearly amused by John's talent.
" I just taught myself. I guess I was just so pissed that I had to do something to remember hi- I mean, I had to do something to remember my old friend, Sherlock."
John answered.
"What happened to him? Are you not friends anymore?" Mary asked.
"He committed a suicide about a year ago."
John answered, and his happy mood fell down like a barrier in the Niagara falls.
" I'm sorry." Mary said, and stood up.
They hugged, and then John continued playing;
"This was his violin." John said pretty much out of nowhere.
" I like the way you play it." Mary said.
" Oh, trust me, Sherlock was a way better at playing a violin than I'll ever be." John said and slightly smiled.
At the first time for a year, a thought of Sherlock had brought a happy memory to him.
He had always liked the way how Sherlock played the violin.
His long, elegant fingers had moved the bow while the violin rested on his shoulder, and his perfectly structured chin held it in its place.

"See you at the evening, honey!" Mary said as she left the apartment.
John snapped out of his thoughts.
" See you!" He said.
The last thing he heard was the door closing.
John continued playing, but he changed the song. Sherlock had always played God save the Queen, and John thought he might cry if he would start to remember him again.
John was now playing the song that Sherlock used to play at night. He didn't remember the name.
It reminded him about Sherlock.
At this point, John gave up and fell asleep on the couch.

About exactly one year later

John sat in a fancy restaurant with Mary.
He was nervous as hell. Today was the day when he had decided to propose to Mary.
He had the box right on his hand, but he never got a good chance. Mary was always speaking.
A waiter with glasses, bowtie and strangely familiar-looking face came to them.
" Would you like something to drink?" He asked with a French accent.
John didn't take a second glance at the waiter.
He looked at the menu.
" I like that one myself, it sort of reminds me of seeing an old friend after a long time." The waiter said.
" I'll take that one, please." John said pointing at the menu.

"Honestly John. I didn't expect you to be that blind." John heard.
He looked up, terrified.
John's jaw dropped.
Sherlock stood right in front of him, disguised as a waiter.

Mary was very confused. John accidentally dropped the velvet box under the table.
"Sherlock." John said, very, very angrily.
" Yes John I'm back! And I must ask, are you really going to keep that?" Sherlock said and moved his hand under his nose to tell him he spoke about his mustache. John stared at Sherlock with a murdering look, tears sparkling in his now grey eyes.
"One word Sherlock." John huffed angrily;"One word Sherlock. That's all I would've asked for. Just one word to tell me you're alive."
" Relax, John. I'm alive, isn't that the point?" Sherlock asked, he clearly didn't understand the situation.

Something snapped at John's head.
He jumped and attacked Sherlock. He punched his face again and again.
They got kicked out of the restaurant.

All three were now eating French fries at the nearest McDonald's. Or, Mary was eating, but boys were just sitting in silence.
" So what exactly happened between you two?" Mary asked.
" I faked my death and I've een gone for two years now, and somehow John's pissed." Sherlock explained.
" Someho-SOMEHOW?! DO YOU FREAKING UNDERSTAND THAT-" John started,but he didn't say anything else. He lose his temper and was punching Sherlock again.
They got kicked out of the McDonald's.

After an hour

John and Sherlock had agreed to be friends again, not mad at eachother. All forgiven.
They all spent the night at Baker Street 221B.