Sherlock sat, motionless, fingers steepled under his chin. He was in his mind palace. "Sherlock?" John called, he had just returned from grocery shopping. "Sherlock?" He called again, louder this time. After a few minutes of no reply, John sighed deeply and made his way into his bedroom, after putting the shopping away as it was obvious Sherlock wouldn't, he never does.
After spending an hour or two in his mind palace Sherlock walked over to the fridge and pulled the door open. "John!" He yelled, probably loud enough to rouse the whole of Baker Street. "What?" John called back, evidently irritated. "Where did you put my severed head?" John made no effort to reply, he had not touched it and Sherlock knew this or could work it out, he was Sherlock Holmes for God's sakes. When no reply came from John, Sherlock made his way back into the living room and before long gunshots echoed through the small flat of 221b Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes was bored.
Hey Guys! Sorry for the short first chapter, they'll get longer as the story goes on, I promise. Anyway, I'll see you guys in the next chapter. :)
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Did You Miss Me? - Sheriarty
FanfictionSherlock Holmes always knew he was different, and in more ways than one. But when and old friend returns he could never anticipate the impact he would make on his life. Now Sherlock had to choose. John or James? James or John?
