Sherlocks Secret Escape

(This part of the story is set between the episodes "The Empty Hearse" and "The Sign of Three".)

Sherlock was sat in his same old chair, with his violin in one hand and his bow in the other. His eyes were closed he must have fallen asleep while composing his latest piece. The room was quiet and the atmosphere dead, all that could be heard was Sherlock's slow breathes as he carried on sleeping in his chair. The silence of the room was disturbed as John Watson walked into the room. He stood still for a moment and stared at what looked like to be a peacefully sleeping Sherlock.

John managed to sneak past Sherlock without waking him from his sleep, he was desperate for a cup of tea but, he didn't want to wake Sherlock. He knew that if he put the kettle on, the noise would wake Sherlock up and he wouldn't sleep again for days. So he opened the fridge door and pulled out a carton of orange juice, not bothering to get a glass.

He walked into the living room, and saw that Sherlock was still asleep but his hands had dropped the violin on the floor. John walked over to where Sherlock had left his music sheets, written on them was a fully composed piece of music. John didn't know how to read the sheets, so he couldn't imagine how it would sound. John then noticed the title, "The case with love" he was shocked at the title, ha had never seen a title like this written by Sherlock Holmes.

Mrs Hudson rushed through the door making as much noise as possible. Sherlock awoke and rose to his feet, but suddenly he fell back to the ground. He was still half asleep however, he got himself back up and walked into the kitchen putting the kettle on.

"John... why didn't you make a cup of tea?" Sherlock asked staring at John. John stared at him then answered Sherlock's question with his obvious answer.

"Because you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you up." Sherlock just nodded and made John his usual tea and himself a coffee. They both sat in silence as they drank their warm morning beverage. John couldn't help but think about the title on Sherlock's music sheet, he wanted to ask Sherlock what the title meant curious about how he came up with the title. John was about to ask Sherlock about the title to the music sheets when, Sherlock noticed John thinking about something, beating John in asking his question.

"John, what are you thinking about, It looks like it's puzzling you?" John stared at Sherlock trying to figure out what to say, and he was right there was something he wanted to ask him/ talk to him about also.

"I noticed you were smiling while you were sleeping before, was it a good dream about something?" John sat up in his seat putting his tea cup on the coffee table, noticing Sherlock had already drank his coffee where as John still had half left of his tea.

"It wasn't a dream, it was a memory." Sherlock said, his eyes shot wide open as he realised what he had just said to John. Sherlock got up out of his chair and went into the kitchen placing his cup on the counter, turning back around to John and just staring out the window blankly. John turned around to look at Sherlock in the kitchen and noticed that, even Sherlock was shocked about what he just told John himself. Sherlock had thought of millions of answers to give to John but, he had to say the truth about what it was really about didn't he.

"Sherlock, does that mean the title on the sheets was about someone from your past." Sherlock ignored John and walked over back to his chair and picked up his violin and bow. Sherlock walked to the music sheets and started to play the music that he had written. The music was happy but also,  full with sadness. Sherlock carried on to play his violin continuing the music but, as John watched Sherlock play he saw that Sherlock started to have tears come to his eyes and his hands start to shake. Sherlock started to play slower and then with no warning Sherlock fell to the floor, and started to cry as the music meant so much to him.

John rushed to Sherlock's side and helped Sherlock get onto his chair, he held Sherlock close as he cried more and more. Sherlock pushed John away and stopped crying, he just stared out the window.

"It was at the beginning of my career that's all, it meant nothing. My brother gave me a case and I had to go and figure out something to help with the case." Sherlock just stood still in the corner of the room looking out of the window, just telling John the story of one of his best cases.