Hey peeps! I thought that this could be a good story for me to write. I'll try and update frequently but don't be surprised if I don't. On with the prologue.
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~~~(3rd person POV)~~~
Sherlock jumped off St. Bart's. John knew that he couldn't be dead. After 2 years, John started dating a pretty girl named Mary. She could sense something was off about John during their dates. She figured out that John still felt guilty about Sherlock and she figured that John liked Sherlock as more than a friend. She let him down easy one night during their date. John was surprised that Mary wanted that, but secretly here was happy. That night, he didn't go to his own flat, he decided to visit Mrs. Hudson at 221B Baker St. He hasn't been into his old flat since the jump. Here paid the cabbie and got out of the cab. John walks up to the door and is about to knock when he hears a familiar voice calling his name.
"John! Is that you?" John looks towards the small lady that is Mrs. Hudson with a smile.
"Hi Mrs. Hudson! How are you?" he asks her. She gives him a sad smile.
"I'm ok John. I'm more worried about you." she admits. His smile fades.
"Honestly Mrs. Hudson, I'm not sure. I still feel guilty about him." John says. They both know who he's talking about.
"Come on. Let's go inside." Mrs. Hudson says while unlocking the door. The two walk into her flat on the bottom floor. She puts the groceries down before putting the kettle onto the stove.
"John, I'm sorry that you still feel guilty, but if you need help with anything, you know where I am." she tells him. He smiles.
"Thank you Mrs. Hudson." he says. She nods her head in return.
"You're very welcome John. If you want, I have another flat that you can move into. It would be really nice to have to have one of my boys back." she says sadly. John ponders this for a minute before nodding his head with a smile.
"That would be lovely. Thank you Mrs. Hudson." John says. She smiles.
"It's no problem John. It's been kind of lonely here." she replies. She starts walking to her flat door and with a wave of the hand, John follows. They walk up the stairs past the old flat. John stops for a minute, looking at the door.
"You can go in if you want." Mrs. Hudson says. He looks at her before opening the door. He starts walking round the flat. There's a thin layer of dust on everything except Sherlock's violin. John thinks that this is strange but brushes it off. He hears Mrs. Hudson calling his name, but he stands in the middle of the room, staring off into space and thinking about the detective.. Mrs. Hudson walks up to John and puts her hand on his shoulder. He jumps slightly before smiling at her. She starts to walk away. John looks round one more time before leaving, closing the door behind him. He follows Mrs. Hudson down the hall to another flat.
"This is the only flat I have left. I'm sorry that it's so close to the other one." she tells him.
"It's fine Mrs. Hudson. I'll move in tomorrow, if that's ok." he replies. She nods with a smile.
"That's wonderful John! You can move in tonight if you want." she offers.
"That would be lovely. Thank you." he says. He gives her a small hug before leaving to pack up is flat. He finishes that fairly quickly. He gets the two boxes of his belongings back to 221B before it's even 7:00 in the evening. Mrs. Hudson calls John down to dinner in her flat. Afterwards, John returns to his new flat to unpack. He finishes quickly and watches the telly for a couple of hours before going to bed. He wakes at about two in the morning due to a nightmare. He starts to fall back to sleep when he hears a tune playing. He stumbles out of bed and starts walking down the hall outside his new flat. Mrs. Hudson comes up from her flat in her nightgown and robe.
"Did you hear that John?" she asks him quietly. He nods to her. They get closer to the flat that the detective and army doctor used to share. John puts his ear to the door and listens. The music starts up again. It's a slow piece that sounds like something Sherlock used to play.
~~~(John's POV)~~~
I listen into the old flat. Someone is playing some music that I used to hear him play. I look back at Mrs. Hudson and nod. I slowly open the door to see someone playing Sherlock's violin. I see black curls and bony fingers on the strings of the violin. I stand in the doorway, staring at the man in shock.
"S-Sherlock? I-is that y-you?" I studder. He stops playing and turns round to look at me.
"Hello John." he says calmly with a slight smirk. My shock fades and is replaced with anger. I slowly walk up to him with my fist clenched. Once I'm right in front of him, I raise my fist and it connects with his face. This happens two more times before I start yelling at him.
"How are you alive? I saw you jump off of St. Barts! I suffered for two years! I thought that you died and killed yourself because of me!" my voice cracks at the end. I fall to my knees, crying. I feel an unfamiliar pair of arms wrap round me. I open my eyes slightly to see that Sherlock is awkwardly hugging me. My crying slows down to sniffles. He releases me and helps me off the ground, into my old chair. He sits in his while I look towards Mrs. Hudson, who is standing in the doorway, looking at Sherlock. He stands up and walks over to her. She sloowly wraps her arms round him. He hugs her back as awkwardly as he did me.
"I'm sorry. You had to believe me dead or Moriarty's men would have killed you two and Lestrade. I'm so sorry." he tells us. I look down at my hands.
"Who knew?" I ask.
"What?" he asks as he turns to look at me.
"You heard me. Who knew you were still alive?" I ask with anger in my voice. He moves over to the couch and sits down with his head hanging.
"Molly and Mycroft. They helped me pull it off and hide." he mumbles. I stand up and storm out of the flat, into my own. I slam the door and sit against it. I hear footsteps coming towards my flat. Someone starts knocking and by the sound of it, it's Sherlock.
"John, open up. Please?" he asks. I'm surprised. He never says please.
"Go away Sherlock. I'm not in the mood." I say. I hear him sigh from the other side of the door.
"I want to talk to you and not have Mrs. Hudson listen." he says. I sigh in defeat and stand up to let him in. I open the door far enough to let his extremely thin figure slip into his flat and close the door behind him.
"What do you want Sherlock?" I ask with my arms crossed.. He takes a deep breath.
"I'm so sorry John. I never wanted to hurt you. You have to understand that Moriarty would have killed you, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade. I couldn't have that happen. You three and Molly actually care about me. I've never had that before. I wanted to thank you most of all because you had to live with me and you never left. I'm just wondering one thing, why didn't you leave?" I stand there stunned by his little speech. He never says thank you, to anyone. I stand with my mouth slightly open before I say anything.
"Well, John? Why did you stay?" he asks.
"There was no reason for me to leave. I enjoy the thrill of the chase. And I was always wondering why Molly was ok with you being gone. I guess now I know." I tell him. He looks at his hands in his lap.
"I'm sorry John. I didn't think that you would have suffered like this." he says.
"How could I not? You're my best friend!" I almost yell. I take a deep breath before sitting down on my couch. I feel him sit down beside me.
"Sherlock, how did you know that I would be here?" I ask him. He smirks in response.
"I had some of Mycroft's men keep an eye on you. I also had to stay away for two years so that I could help them get rid of Moriarty's men, all of them." he says. "What about Moriarty?" I ask. "He killed himself on the rooftop." he says. I sit there in disbelief. He smirks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That's the end of chapter 1. Hope you liked it. This will be a Johnlock story so if you don't like that, don't read. There will also be a little bit of background Mystrade. Fair warning, I'm not going to be very good at the deducing Sherlock, so I'll try my best at that. I'll see you in the next chapter! Byeeeeeeeee!
