Johnlock Oneshots

Ghost of You

John cleared his throat as he looked in the mirror. It was finally his big day. He sighed softly as he adjusted the tie around his neck, feeling like he was tying a noose. He loved Mary or at least that's what he told himself. She was there when Sherlock fell, comforting him during the nights where he cried out for his lost detective. John's eyes watered as he remembered the bloodied body of his best friend.

"John?" A voice asked him. John felt his breath catch in his throat, not bothering to turn around to face the man.

"What is it, Sherlock?" He asked, continuing to fumble with his tie.

"Are you really going through with this?" The ravenette asked as he walked towards the blogger, reaching for his tie. John shuddered as he felt the man's cold hands brush against his, watching as he effortlessly fixed it.

"Why? Do you have a better idea?"

"We should be the ones getting married tonight." Sherlock said abruptly which caused John to stare at him.

"I..I can't do that to Mary, Sherlock." He tried to convince himself, making the detective roll his eyes.

"Don't try to convince me, John. I'm literally your conscience." He muttered, sitting down in his chair. John bit his lip and looked confused, not wanting to believe the mad man he called his best friend.

"How do I look?" John asked, ignoring the comment Sherlock had made. The detective smiled and looked him up and down, clasping his hands.

"You look incredible, my blogger."

"D-Don't call me that, Sherlock."

"Why not?"

"Because I am not your blogger anymore." John said coldly, refusing to meet eyes with Sherlock. The two were silent for a moment, waiting for the other person to speak first.

"I suppose you're right, John." Sherlock said simply, making John smile softly.

"Of course I am." They both chuckled. As much as John didn't want to admit it he knew that he would never be over Sherlock. He missed his eyes. Their cerulean green color full of love and affection for his blogger. His smooth, pale skin. John didn't realize someone called his name until he heard someone knock on the door.

"John? Everything alright in there?" It was Greg Lestrade. He would now be considered the blogger's best friend, seeing as how Sherlock was now no longer with them.

"Yeah, Greg." He called, seeing Sherlock smile sadly at the sound of the DI's voice.

"Who else is in there with you?" Greg asked curiously as John opened the door and let him in.

"No one, why do you ask?" John asked, feigning confusion as he eyed Sherlock on the chair. If Greg saw him he didn't acknowledge him as he searched around the room.

"I thought I heard you talking with someone."

"Who on earth would I be talking to?" the blogger crossed his arms as he laughed, "I'm in my flat, alone, getting ready for my wedding."

"Do you still see him?"

"See who?" John raised an eyebrow, seeing Sherlock from the corner of his eye. Greg followed his eye, staring at the empty chair.

"I'll take that as a yes." The DI sighed, "He's in the chair, isn't he?"

"Who is?" John asked as he continued to act confused. Sherlock laughed and shook his head, watching the two men bicker.

"You know exactly who I am talking about, John." Greg said, not wanting to deal with his friend playing dumb.

"So what if I still see him? He could still be alive, Greg!" John pleaded.

"John, he's dead! This is just your brain processing the trauma! He. Isn't. Real."

"You don't know what you're talking about." John muttered.

"John please listen-" Sherlock began but John shot daggers into him.

"Shut up, Sherlock!" He hissed. He glared at Greg, suddenly wanting to be alone, "I need to get ready for my wedding." He grumbled, "So if you'll excuse me." He motioned to the door.

"He would be proud of you. Moving on, I mean." That was all that Greg said as he left the mentally ill man alone in his flat. John clenched and unclenched his fist, fighting the urge to punch the wall in frustration.

"Sher-" John turned to his friend but didn't see him, "Sherlock?" He asked as he looked around the flat. His friend was gone again. The one time he thought life would be okay because he was back was ruined because of Greg. Or maybe this was his fault.

What did he do?

Was he the reason Sherlock jumped off that building?

Could he have done more to save Sherlock?

Was Dr. John Watson destined to be alone forever?

Simply forgotten as his adventures with Sherlock Holmes vanished into history?

"Why did you leave me again, Sherlock?

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A/N: This was bad. The next one will be better.