As soon as john left the Psychiatrist's office he knew he never should have said anything, it was just that he needed to talk to someone who wouldn't judge him or sympasize with him. It's not like he could tell Mrs. Hudson or Molly that he was hearing voices without thinking he was a crazy person.
Walking alone was always a good way to clear his conscience, yes that's what he needed to do, clear his mind.
You didn't really hear him, it was just your overactive imagination working overtime, you handing slept for days, you couldn't it was to quiet in 221B without him playing the violin at all hours of the night. It's not like you weren't used to not sleeping, sherlock made sure of that. It wasn't just to 'help' him with his cases it was also... other reasons.
Over the years john had grown fonder and fonder of Sherlock and just just in a friendly way.
A strange warm wind brushed against johns legs as he heard the all to familiar sound of the tardis
Vworrrp Vworrrrp
"oh god." muttered John "not again"
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In editing cos I realised how bad this was and there are over 700 views! Also I am now making this a short Wholock fic. You are most welcome young sirs
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Sherlocked (a Johnlock fanfic)
FanficAfter Sherlock jumped off St. Bart's Johns life was a mess and the only person who could help him sort out his life was dead. Deep down in his heart John knew that his best friend would never love him back... But a man can hope right?
