Sherlock & John (A Teenlock Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty Two - Last Correspondence

Sherlock wasn't the first person John kissed when he got back from the war.

Mary was.

Her eyes were dark, and she was warm and curvy.

When John held her hand, it was hard and clammy, despite the rest of her; and it was such a relief when he kissed her. He did it after their second real date, because if he kissed her on the first date he wouldn't have felt it, he wouldn't have wanted to kiss her again. And he wanted to kiss her again now, because she was dark and warm and curvy and not Sherlock.

He fell asleep on his couch wearing an army T-shirt and having wet gel still in his hair, one arm slung over the edge.

John woke up the next morning to the sound of heels clicking like clockwork. He opened his eyes, and Mrs. Hudson was standing over him.

"John, I got a letter in the mail a while back, says it was for you. But you didn't live here at the time, so I just saved it..."

John blinked. "Yeah?"

"I just found it, looking around and about, you know..."

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson." John outstretched his hand, and she gave the envelope to him. "Get me some tea, please."

"Not your housekeeper." She scuttled off to put some tea on the stove, while still speaking. "How did your date with Mary go?" she tutted, pouring water into the kettle.

"Good," John mused, turning the envelope over in his hands, and ripping it open carefully. It was dated December 28th, 2012 - two years ago. John pulled a hand to his heart.

Sherlock hadn't written him a letter.

It was a post card. "Greetings, from Baskerville," it said on the front. John turned it over, and recognized Sherlock's scratchy all-capitals handwriting.

It filled his head with song lyrics.

He sat up. He smiled. Something heavy and winged took off from his chest. Sherlock hadn't written him a letter, it was a postcard.

Just three words long.