Three Long Years Without John (a Johnlock fanfiction)

Memories

Chapter 11

John set the bottle of pills down on his nightstand. John's limp had become so bad that he hardly was able to go up the stairs anymore, so he decided to take Sherlock's room. All his stuff were with Mycroft. He didn't want to get rid of them, but he didn't want to see them anymore. Only thing left of him were pictures and his microscope. Sherlock never posed for the pictures, but it was something. John would stare at them for hours, hoping that he would never forget how he looked. His voice was slowly fading every day, John hardly remembered how he sounded. In one picture it was one of John's face close to the camera smiling widely and Sherlock rolling his eyes in the background. They were working on a case that took them to the woods. To solve it they had to camp out,

"This will be fun!" John had said to him,

"Shut up, I'm trying to concentrate." Sherlock grumbled as he tried to figure out how to set up the tent,

"Lighten up will ya? I haven't been camping in years! How about you?"

"Camping. Never really was my strong suit."

"So you've never been camping?"

"correct." John smiled and took out his camera,

"Say cheese!" He made a big smile then took the picture. He showed it to him,

"Your first camping trip." Sherlock sighed a what-am-I-going-to-do-with-you sigh.

"Shut up and help me set up this blasted tent." John laughed as Sherlock tried to hide his smile.

John looked through some other pictures. There was one with Sherlock sneaking up behind Anderson with an evil smirk on his face, holding a tarantula,

"You are insane."

"A little bit."

"Sherlock!"

"Well maybe a lot a bit." John stared at the giant slider in Sherlock's hand.

"Where did you get this?"

"Found it." John shook his head. The plan was to sneak up on Anderson and put a tarantula down his shirt. Sherlock hadn't had a case in weeks so he was beginning to get destructive.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." John watched as Sherlock crept up behind Anderson, trying not to make a sound. He had asked John to take a picture of his reaction. John actually took a couple pictures. Anderson screamed and Sherlock and John bolted out, laughing like maniacs.

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When night came John was sitting on Sherlock's bed with his laptop on his lap. He hadn't written anything on his blog for a while. He started typing,

"Life goes on

Well not really. I still miss him, and everyone is telling me to move on. The funny thing is that I can't. He was my best friend, well at least that's all he knew I felt about him. The reason I can't move on is because I actually loved him. Sherlock Holmes the sociopath, the man I love. I should have known it would never work out, but I never knew it would be like this." John closed up his laptop and set it down on the nightstand. He took the bottle of pills and opened it up. He took one and swallowed it with a glass of water. He didn't want to stop the nightmares because it was the only way he could see him alive again, but he didn't want to be haunted by the memories anymore. Maybe if his nightmares stopped he would move on. John started getting lightheaded, so he laid down. He was asleep within in a minute.

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Sorry this took a while, been busy with other stuff. Not sure when 12 will be done. What will happen to John? Where's Toni? What is Moran's plan? Don't worry, you'll find out soon.

-JM

P.S #that awkward moment when you realize you have the same initials as Moriarty...