I AM JOHN LOCKED

He jumped. A long time ago. He still hasn't come back, but everyday I wait for him, and stare out the window in case he ever came back. Which with every passing day seems less and less likely. Sherlock.

As usual I was staring out the window, blogging had lost it's fun since there was nothing in my life anymore that interested me. I felt so... bored. I was watching our door when a man in a black coat dropped a box on our step. I jumped up and ran down the stairs. I hadn't left the flat in ages so the sunlight made me put my hand up to block it.

I picked up the box and opened it, if it was a bomb great, if not, even better. Inside was an iphone. I went inside and logged on to my forgotten computer. I searched through all the "Case files" and found the one I was looking for. I turned on the phone and just as I had suspected it's screen read

"I AM _ _ _ _ LOCKED." I entered SHER but it said incorrect answer, 2 tries left. I thought about putting in our address or even the number of followers I had (Which had diminished by quite a few), but I knew that whoever had sent the phone was smart enough not to repeat those.

I called Molly, using my phone, and asked if she would meet me at Bart's.

"John? Is that you?" she asked, surprised.

"Yes it is bloody me, now how soon can you be at Bart's?"  I said into the phone, angrier than I had meant.

"I'm there now, why?"

"I'll explain when I get there."

I grabbed my long forgotten coat and rushed out the door. Then I back tracked and grabbed some cash, I almost forgot about paying for a cab.

When I got to the hospital I stopped. I could see Sherlock fall all over again. My breath shortened and my hand shot to my throat, I couldn't breath! Panic, I thought to myself. Calm down, breath slowly, slowly. My breath came back after a few minutes and I walked across the street, into the building.

"John!" shouted Molly as she rushed into my arms and almost tackled me to the ground.

"It's nice to see you too."  I told her "It's been, a long time."

"Yea, too long."

"Anyway," I said laying the phone out to her "I was wondering if you could x-ray this. A man in a black coat dropped it at my step this morning and I want to know if it was the same phone Irene sent Sherlock."

"Okay." she said as she grabbed the phone and went to work.

She asked lots of questions, how I'd been (fine), how I'd been sleeping (nightmares), when I thought Sherlock was coming back (soon), and iif there was anything I needed (no). I didn't have a whole lot to say but she was so happy that I'd left the flat she forgot she was mad at me.

When Sherlock jumped I shut myself in my flat for a week. Then Molly came to see me and try to get me out and back into the world.

"What world?" I had screamed "You mean the one that still thinks Sherlock is a fraud? No I'm not going back."

Molly had put up with a lot of screaming on my part. She left sobbing. She had never seen me so sad, angry, depressed, heartbroken, any of the above.

"I'm sorry." I told her as she scanned the phone.

"For what?" she asked as she pressed buttons with her back to me.

"For how mad I was when Sherlock left." I told her as she turned to look at me. "It wasn't your fault," I continued "I was angry and sad that I needed to take it out on something. You got caught in something that was not meant to be directed at you. And I'm sorry."

Molly had tears in her eyes as I stumbled over the words. She ran forward and hugged me. Then the machine beeped and she spun around and, whipping the tears from her eyes, told me what the information meant.

"It is similar, if not the exact same phone." she told me "Do you think Sherlock sent this?"

"I don't know, but we can hope." I replied as I thought of the wonderful man. His eyes were what had been causing my nightmares, but I was in public again and had to try to rid my mind of such thoughts.

I walked out the building and waited, not for a cab, but for a limo and when none appeared I stared at the closest camera and nodded. That's when a black limo came round the corner and stopped in front of me.

"A little slow are we Mycroft?" I said as I approached the tall man standing in his study.

"Not slow, decisive. Now, what did he send you?" he asked as he held his hand out for me to give him the phone.

I took it out of my pocket and placed it in his hand. He carefully inspected in before turning it on. The screen flashed to life as he looked at the familiar program.

"I already put in SHER but it was wrong. I didn't put anything else in because I was afraid it would explode or burn the hard drive. I even had Molly x-ray it for me and she said it's the same configuration as the one Irene had." I told him as he turned it over in his hand.

"John," he said to me "I think you need to go see my brother." he handed me the phone and as I was about to object put one hand on my shoulder and said

"It's been long enough and I think it's time."

I got out of the cab and paid the driver.  I knew exactly where the grave was so I made my way to it. On the grave was a tall lanky figure sitting cross legged. I was about to shout at him to get off when he opened his eyes and looked me in the eye.

"Sherlock?" I shouted as the man stood. He took a step towards me but I just collapsed onto the ground, this surprised him so he half ran forward and caught me.

"Did you get my puzzle?" he asked as him eyes twinkled, those damn eyes, I thought.

"Yes, I got your bloody puzzle and to answer your next question, no I didn't solve it. But you probably know that already." As I said this he nodded his head and continued to just stare at me. It sent a chill down my spine so I turned away.

"Can I see it?" he asked as I rummaged through my pockets and handed him the phone.

"John," he said "while I was gone I thought every day about how I was going to explain to you why I had left. I knew you'd either forgive me or continue to hate me. So I thought about all the ways I could tell you." as he was talking he was pushing buttons on the phone. "I know I think very highly of myself and you probably think I am," he showed my the phone which read SHER LOCKED. "But really I am something very different." He typed in new letters and handed me the phone and I looked at the screen. "I AM JOHN LOCKED" I hit enter and it opened up to a bunch of text messages.

"What are these?" I asked him as I turned to stare into his eyes.

"These are all the things I wanted to say while I was gone. Everytime I missed you or thought of you I entered some text. I didn't say any of this before I left but I couldn't live with myself if you didn'd know." he told me as he reached and touched my face. We were still sitting on the ground, kind of tangeled up after my collapse.

"I don't get..." I trailed off to myself as I began to read some of the messages

-I miss you John.

-I hope you can forgive me.

-I did it to protect you.

-I'm coming home soon.

There were many more, he had been gone for two years and the messages were categorized and date stamped. I turned my face and he placed his hand on it again. The his hand moved from my face to the back of my neck as he pulled my close and kissed me. When he pulled away I was shocked.

"What was that for?" I asked him, his hand still on my neck. I was beginning to wish I hadn't asked and that he'd just kiss me again. Wait, what the hell... My thought were interrupted.

"John," he said as his other hand wrapped around my waist "I love you and am" he paused as he pulled me in and kissed me again. This time when he pulled away he whispered the end of his sentence into my ear,

"Johnlocked."