The Return Of Blood (Johnlock fanfic)

Chapter Two

John's POV

I woke up with a start, supressing a scream for Sherlock. I blinked into the gray darkness. The sun was only peeking over the horizon, hardly sending a flicker of light in my direction. I streched and stood up. I had only taken one step when I heard a silent crunch and pain stabbed through the bottom of my foot. I howeled and leaped back, hopping over to the light switch and flipping it on. Broken ceramic pieces littered the floor, sitting in a puddle of tea.

I must have dropped it last night when i fell asleep. I thought.

I sat down in Sherlocks chair and examined my foot. Just a few cuts, not too deep. I stood up and hobbled over to the kitchen to clean it out.

When I finished, I checked the clock. Ugh. 6 am. Much too early. But i was fully awake, and couldn't get back to sleep if i tried. I checked the cabinets for something to eat. A couple pickles. A bunch of stale crackers. Some cabbage. For god's sake, when was the last time i went shopping? I'd been eating out so much, running around helping Sherlock with his cases. Ever since he came back, Lestrade couldn't get enough of him. Case after case, sometimes even doubling cases. Finally, he gave him a break. More like he gave me a break. Sherlock would most likely wake up later and destroy the wall in his bordeom.

I put on my coat and walked outside. The sun was higher now. London was barely awake, with a few cars moseying down the road. I decided to walk. It wasn't a far walk, just a couple miles.

As I shuffled down the street, I thought.

*FLASHBACK*

Sherlock: John, theres hardly any food here. How did you get by?

John: Oh i just haven't had the chance to shop in awhile. And I threw a bit of a party a couple days ago. Used most of the food. (Haven't shopped in awhile? John, you haven't shopped since Sherlock died. Mrs. Hudson has been feeding you. You don't even leave the flat. And you? Throw a party? For what? You're not nearly happy enough either.)

Sherlock: A party? For what?

John: (Crap, he's onto me.) Oh just for fun. Just a bunch of my friends. Hanging out. Music. Dancing. Snacks. Good times.

Sherlock: Do people do that a lot?

John: Yeah, Sherlock. People like to have fun.

Sherlock: And they find music and snacks fun?

John: I guess, yeah.

Sherlock: Interesting. And who came?

John: Molly. Sarah. A bunch of my friends from war and some new people I met. You wouldn't know them. But there was a lot of people. Like, a hundred people. (Smooth, John. That's not even remotely believable.)

Sherlock: Oh. Uhm, good for you, then, I guess.

John: (Did he believe it? It didn't seem like he did. I can never be too sure with Sherlock. I never know with him.)

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I was so caught up in my thoughts, I hadn't realized I had walked past the store. Shaking my head, I turned around and walked back towards the store

***hey guise sorry it took so long for me to update and its seems like a fluff chapter. Next chapter im doing Sherlocks POV so yay!**********