The Best Man

A/N: I don't know how to write babies, so I'm pretending Mary isn't pregnant

A/N: I do not own any of the characters in this story, bar original creations. I recognise that BBC own the Sherlock characters I am writing about.

This story was completed in late summer 2014.

Baker Street. Now. SH

Why? Do you have a case? JW

No, I just want to speak with you. SH

Seriously? Can we not just text? JW

This is the first text of mine you have answered in two months SH

It hasn't been two months, has it? JW

Nice to know you missed me SH

Jesus, sorry, Sherlock. It's been a bit hectic. JW

So hectic you have had literally no time in the past two months to text me? That's 62 days. 1488 hours. Must be very hectic. SH

Oh, don't be like that, Sherlock. This hasn't been the easiest time for me and you know that. JW

Still pissed off with Mary, then? SH

Yeah, a bit JW

Can't say I was too happy about her shooting me, but she does love you SH

I know that JW

Good for you SH

Why are you texting me, Sherlock? JW

I told you. I wanted to speak to you SH

Yeah, but why? JW

Dear Lord, don't make me actually say it SH

Say what? JW

Fine SH                     I miss you SH

Oh. Okay. Well, I've been busy JW

Yeah, whatever SH

Do you want me to come over? JW

I did. Now I'm just pissed off. SH

With me? JW

With life SH

Sherlock, are you okay? JW

I don't believe I am, John SH

What's wrong? JW

I think it's overwhelming loneliness SH

Oh, Sherlock. I'm sorry. I'll come over now. JW

Don't strain yourself. Only come over if you actually want to. SH

I do want to JW

Fine SH

See you soon JW

Yeah, yeah SH

John placed his phone on the kitchen table and sighed heavily. Sherlock didn't usually act this way. He hates most people, yet stills finds himself feeling lonely. John felt guilty and tired and sad. Since the truth about Mary came out...it just wasn't the same. She wasn't the sweet and innocent woman John had fallen in love with. Now, any time he thought back on their past, on their beginning...he just wondered how many times she had lied. He still loved Mary, or at least, he thought he did.

''Mary! I'm going to Sherlock's!'' John called out, pulling on his coat.

''Will you be long?'' She called from upstairs.