You're In Sherlock

Mystery Man (A Study In Pink)

A/N: Well I'm kinda new at this but I hope you like the first part I'm bit sure of an update schedule yet but we'll see!

11/01/18 - I forgot I had this account and realized how heavily plagiarized this was so I edit it a bit.

Word Count: 3,374

Somewhere in London, John Watson is having a nightmare, reliving his Army days to be exact. He and his team are under fire somewhere in Afghanistan, he hears you cry out his name as gunfire continues. He wakes himself up, distressed and panic-stricken. He sits up in bed wide-eyed and breathing heavily until he realises that he isn't in a war zone. Laying back onto his pillow, he tries to calm his breathing as memories flash in his mind. He begins to break down and eventually falls asleep.

It's still dark outside, John sits up on the side of the bed and switches on the bedside lamp. He sits quietly, wrapped up in thoughts, and looks across the other side of the room. A walking cane is leaning against the desk. He looks at it unhappily, then continues to look into the distance. He calms himself and he calls an old friend who can relate.

• • •

Ring! Ring! Ring! Your phone goes off on the nightstand. You sleepily move your hand to grab it.

"Hello?" You answer softly.

"Y/N! Hey" John replies loudly not realizing the time it is."Oh sorry, you must've been sleeping."

"John? I haven't heard from you in a while. Are you okay?" You say concerned now jolting yourself awake.

"I'm good." He says.

"Well, that's good. Uh, did you need something?"

"Oh just checking up."

Well, I have to get up at 5 a.m. later on so would you like to go get tea or something tomorrow?" You murmured sleepily while you shift your pillow.

"Sure that'd be great. What time?" He agrees.

"I'll text you the details later." You say while a yawn escapes your throat.

"Night John." You say

"Night Y/N." He replies.

You end the call and put your phone on the nightstand. After a while, you fall asleep.

• • •

Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! Your alarm goes off but also a ringing? Your phone is going off as well. You pick it up without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hello Y/N just wanted to say hi to my little sibling and wondering if you'll be on time for your new job." That familiar voice says.

"Margret? Oh, yea I'm getting ready but I'll call you later promise oka-" You say while jolting out of bed until she cuts you off.

"Don't try to shut everyone out, you should try to get to know peo-" She says while you cut her off a bit.

"Got to go lots of love bye!" You exclaim while getting into a nice suit for work.

"You too, bye." She says while you end the call and grab your wallet and your keys. You also grab a coat and walk out the front door.

• • •

You head over and meet your new colleagues. It's a pretty boring day, not that many cases. Hours pass and the shift is over. You leave and head to your flat. After a long day at work, you forget about John and doze off...

...You can escape. The smell of burnt pork filled the house. Even though it didn't matter you were home from college. You made it before anyone else for the holidays. "Mum? I'm home!" You say happily. You drop your bags and you go upstairs only to see to men in black wearing masks forcing your mother to collect items at gunpoint. "Please don't take me from my children!" She pleads. Those were her last words as you see both men fire. A bullet being plastered into her skull and another in her chest. You hold in a scream and run into the basement to hide for about 30 minutes. After that, you run upstairs and scream so loud. You call an ambulance and stay silent the whole time. Holding your deceased mother's hand.