A Study of the Sonata- a Johnlock fic

Part 10: John Watson

Sherlock could tell Sonata wanted to leave. I could too, but Sherlock spoke first.

"Sonata, you don't have to leave."

"Yes, I do." She replied, "I ruin everything."

Ruin? No love, you don't ruin anything. You prepared me for the battlefield, wrote me every week, and said that I was your dad. How could you have ruined anything?

"Sonata!" I found myself yelling, "You've never ruined anything!"

"Really, John?" I flinched as she didn't hold back on the venom that was in her voice. "you told my mother to tell me you died!" She trembled at the last word. Just like Sherlock told everyone to tell me that he was dead. I shuddered. "You said the thought of me living without a father figure was going to be easier than knowing that I'd stick with you!" Her voice was so loud that it bounced around in my mind. This was Sonata's pain, her sorrow. "Look" she said.

"No..." I thought, the same shoulder that I have my scar on held two hearts. My mind went back in time.

"Cousin John?" Sonata aged nine asked.
"Yes, Love?" The phone transmitted my voice back to London.
"I miss you!" A smile played through the receiver onto my lips, and she continued talking, "I miss your heart calming my lost one! It's like a green peaceful heart around a burning red one!"
"I think your mum needs to keep you away from the poetry books." I laughed.
"But I LOVE Shakespear!" Sonata whined. ;

The memory brought me back to the present. Sonata got her boot off and there on her ankle was an intertwined line of ink that ended inside her ankle with my initials.

I reached toward her, "Sonata.." I said, only gaining a teary glare, "Sonata, Love, I was trying to keep you from seeing me haunted."

"By the war, right?" Tears werhe flowing down her cheek, "I would have understood."

I felt the warmth of salty water coming down from my eyes.

"John..." Sherlock said. Sherlock gave me a hug, then I noticed Mycroft stand and walk over to Sonata, who started to shove music scores into her bag.