50 Shades of Gay

Sherlock Holmes

Rating: 13+ for light fluff and a very sad John :3
Show: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Sherlock x John

It wasn't possible. No man as brilliant as Sherlock Holmes could simply die, not without putting up a fight. Not even a fall onto solid concrete, or even a slowing heart rate as the life faded from that beautiful body. No, not even death itself could stop the unbeatable Sherlock Holmes.

This was the mantra John Watson repeated to himself every minute of every waking hour of every day. Sherlock Holmes is alive, and he is coming back for me.

A month after Sherlock's funeral John had taken up smoking again, knowing that nicotine and tobacco would immediately calm his emotional turmoil. He only wanted to have a smoke or two a week, but it soon turned into a once or twice a day habit, eventually ruling small parts of his day that prior to Sherlock's newest (but certainly not last) trick he would've spent researching oddities or chasing criminals and almost criminals. Nowadays he had all the time in the world. Time that he wanted the world to take back.

After two months he began searching for a new job a medic like himself could get, not willing to return to the surgery just yet, as if he were moving on and returning to everyday life as a normal citizen. Normal was bad, abnormal was good, dead were living, and living were dead. That's what described him: Dead on his feet. He was reluctant to live without who he now knew was his other half by his side.

Six months after, he had finally loosened up a bit, going to bars with his friends met through Sherlock, and even writing his blog again. His fans online sent their regards for Sherlock. John smiled for the first time since death day at the memory of him.

A year had finally passed, and on the day of Sherlock's death anniversary John visited the grave alone. He sat by the grave for hours that day, simply talking about his year, things he knew Sherlock might want to know, reminiscing about past cases, and bringing up new ones he would love to solve. If only he were there. As John stood to leave the grave, wiping a single tear from his eyes and lighting a smoke, he felt that someone, somewhere was watching him. Over the past year since Sherlock died he had passed it off as mere superstition, but today he felt as if a hand was pulling him back to the grave. He stumbled back over and on the headstone was a handwritten letter on parchment.

'Tonight at 221b, 7:30pm. I've been waiting.' It read in Sherlock's messy scrawl. His eyes misted as he read the post script signature '-SH'

Shuffling into his apartment that evening, he couldn't eat. Was it really him? Was it just a prank set by a cruel city goer? Is he really coming back? These and more floated in his head like bees in an unproductive hive. No answers were given. As 7:30 approached, John began pacing. The stairwell leading to his apartment was silent and by 7:27 he was quickly losing hope. At 7:29 he had cursed himself for believing that Sherlock would really come back for him. At 7:30 a light knock sounded around the apartment, startling John and sending shivers down his spine. He stepped slowly, quietly to the door and opened it similarly. Before him stood the dead man in all his glory. The dead were brought to life, and John became whole.

"Sherlock, is it really-?" He was quickly cut off by a pair of lips sealing his, prying them open and being devoured whole by his dead companion. John groaned throatily into the passionate embrace and they soon parted for air, John finally allowed to take in the view of his lost but newly found friend. He was thinner than ever, probably due to his not being egged on to eat at every meal by others, and his hair looked slightly longer than it had been, but just as curly. His eyes pierced through John with lust and dare he say love penetrating his gaze.

"I have waited far to long for that," Sherlock panted, color dusting his cheeks lightly. He slowly bent his head down and captured John's lips for his own yet again, but this time with love seeping through. He pulled John into a hug, seeing how tired and lonely he had looked for the entire year of watching and waiting took their toll on Sherlock's mind and now that he knew nobody was loyal to his worst enemy, now that he had no more blood money to give, he could finally live free and comfort his best mate.

With their futures again ahead of them and their pasts far behind, the pair started a new story. Together.