Sherlock slipped back into John's life like there had never been a gap. Like before the...incident. Actually, much better. They lived together now in a flat. It was an ordinary flat, just a run-down, one-bedroom place. In the morning, Sherlock's alarm clock would wake them both up. As discovered early on, John had an idiosyncrasy of rolling as far as he could on Sherlock's side of the bed. Often, when they woke up, John's arms would be wrapped around Sherlock.
Sherlock tried, every morning, to scrounge together a measly breakfast for the two of them, because John always did the grocery shopping. He had learn how to prepare greasy eggs, blackened toast, and even some slightly-burnt muffins.
Irene came at the same time as usual, to pick them up. She always gave them a ride, because her girlfriend Molly lived just down the street. Molly Hooper was studying to be a nurse. She had dated Greg Lestrade for a few months, but they had drifted apart. He was planning on being a cop, and her a nurse. Somehow it just didn't work out.
John and Sherlock had a few classes together. They tried to bump into each other as often as possible, in between classes, sharing stolen glances across the hall, and sometimes even a kiss if they were daring. They say next to each other at lunch. Only a select few people knew they were together.
Sherlock and John both worked at Speedy's Sandwich Bar & Cafe, and the manager was generous enough to let them work the same shift. From there, they would get a cab back to their flat. Dinner was John's area, since Sherlock made breakfast. After they ate, they would study and do homework and watch a little tele, if they could spare the time. It was a good routine. Simple, easy.
Then there were the nightmares. They started about a month after they were living together. John would scream, and sit up in bed, waking Sherlock.
"I'm fine," John panted. This was the eighth time this week that John had had a nightmare. Sherlock placed a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. Concern welled in his ever-shifting blue-green eyes. He knew that John was most definetly not fine, but he also knew there was nothing he could do about it. It pained Sherlock, he would do anything for John, but instead, he watched as John suffered, night after night with these horrible nightmares.
It was Febuary 22nd, and John was coming home from work when he got the phone call. It was a brisk evening of early march. The snow was melting, tears of melted snow slipping down into the gutters. John rubbed his hands together, and his breaths came out in white puffs. There was no one else on the street.
John was gazing at the sun, slowly slunking below the horizon line like a wounded animal. The sky was a bloody watercolor of red, splashed on a canvas of void. It was a very odd, seeing a sunset with only black void and red blood, John observed, breathing in the crisp evening air. The wind whistled past him, and a sudden chill came over him.
The phone rang loud, startling it's owner. John searched his pockets. He frowned when he didn't know the number. He checked the time. I should really be getting home now, John new Sherlock would be getting worried by now. He shrugged, and answered the ringing phone.
He didn't even say hello, before the person on the end of the phone started hissing out bundles of information. He only caught a few words.
Sherlock, hit, car, hospital. Urgent, come.
"Excuse me, who is this?" John's voice shook with fear, and the phone trembled in his hand.
"Come to Bartholomew Hospital. It's Sherlock." The loud and clear voice avoided John's question, and then there was a click. John cursed at the phone, his hand tightening around it so that his knuckles turned pale, like his face. There wasn't a person, let alone a taxi, in sight. John started running.
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I'M AMERICAN OKAY I DIDN'T KNOW IF I SHOULD SAY MOBILE OR PHONE SO I JUST WENT WITH WHAT I KNEW AND SAID PHONE PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG.
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Almost Lover (a Johnlock Fanfic)
FanfictionSherlock Holmes and Irene Adler have been best friends since they were five, and that friendship has carried them all the way to Scotland Yard University, but when his world and John Watson's collide, Sherlock's world is turned upside down.
