Never As It Seems || Sherlock

Chapter 1

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Okay, this is chapter one, so comment and tell me what you think!!!

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John's POV

I sit in my chair, staring around the room. I can't believe he's gone. I can't believe he did it.

Not that he was an extremely happy person, but he loved himself. I don't know whether or not to believe that he actually cared about me, but I'd like to think so.

He was married to his work, as he said, and I can't imagine anyone else being as brilliant as him. Greg can't really do his job without Sherlock. His consulting detective is gone, I can't imagine what he is going to now.

I will never believe what he said before he jumped. I will never believe he was a fake. I hear footsteps on the stairs. "John?" a soft voice says. Mrs. Hudson.

"Yes?" I reply, my voice sounding hoarse. She approaches me slowly and carefully. She obviously knows what I am feeling, she's always been really good at that.

She puts her hand on my shoulder gently. I feel guilty for how I acted towards her earlier. I open my mouth to try to apologize, but the words won't come out. My voice is lost.

She walks into the kitchen. "I'll make you some tea, dear," she offers. I turn around. "No, you don't have to do that," I insist. She smiles sympathetically at me. "John, please," she says. I sigh.

She continues with what she was doing. I remember when I first met her. When she kept saying, "Not your housekeeper!" I smile at the thought.

That was back when it was all good. I had someone to put excitement in my life. There is a real emptiness in the flat without Sherlock here. At least I had someone.

Mrs. Hudson walks back in a few moments later. She hands me a cup. "Here," she says quietly. "Thank you," I respond. She smiles again at me. Like I said, she has always been good at detecting my feelings. Just like Sherlock.

Mrs. Hudson walks down the stairs.

I can't stop thinking about what Sherlock said before he jumped off the building. There's so way he could have created such an insane villain.

I don't think he would have put me in danger- I was covered with explosives when he had captured me.

I sit there for a good hour, trying to think of something to do. Maybe I could visit Molly, she could probably use someone to talk to, knowing her.

I decide to go with that. It takes a little while to get a cab driver's attention but I catch one after a little while. It is a beautiful day- it's as if the sky was mocking my sadness.

After what feels like a lifetime, we arrive. It takes me a little while to find where Molly is, but I eventually do. I enter the room slowly. She wheels around as I open the door, and I'm greeted with a bear hug.

She buries her head in my shoulder. I thought she would be sad, but I didn't expect this. She backs away. "I'm sorry John," she whimpers. "No, it's alright, Molly," I assure her.

She has obviously been crying. I can understand that, she had quite an attachment to Sherlock.

Her cracked lips tremble slightly. I wanted to make her happy again, somehow.

She isn't wearing any makeup. I smile slightly. "You don't have any lipstick on," I comment. She smiles. "Yeah...lipstick doesn't work for me," she laughs.

"Oh, John. It hurt my feelings, what he said then. Funny, I would give anything to hear him say it now," she says.

I talk to her for a little while, I don't have much else to do anyways.

I come home later, tired. I end up falling asleep on the couch, thinking...In my mind palace.

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A/N
Do you guys like it? I know it's kinda depressing right now cuz you know...but it'll get better I promise :) it kinda made me sad writing it :( Anyways thanks for reading and I'll try to update soon! Vote, comment, follow!!! (If you sneezed while reading this, bless you X3)