Hi guys!
This is my first ever fanfic, and I'm writing on my iPod, so bear with me!
-Torie
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John Watson sat up in his bed abruptly, grabbing his mobile to turn off the alarm. He sighed. He had had another nightmare. They were back, more frequently now, but they were no longer about the war. They were about the fall. He rubbed his eyes, trying to erase the image of his best friend, Sherlock Holmes, lying dead on the pavement, his cold body in a pool of dark red blood. John shook his head, flinging the blanket off of himself and swinging his legs around so he was sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked at his cane, and sighed. Since Sherlock's death, his limp had returned along side the nightmares. He stood up, grabbing his cane. Grabbing his mobile off the bedside table, he began walking to the kitchen to make tea, and he notices he had a text alert. He opened it.
[Open the door, John. -SH]
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Together, On Land
FanfictionSherlock returns to 221B Baker Street after the fall, and makes a huge confession to John.
