The final problem...love (Johnlock)

One. A start

Hiyaaa guys! (And girls...I'm not discriminating anyone here...calm your bottoms...but there's more probability of boys than girls cause you know-Okay shut up I'm not Sherlock!) this is my new story...hope yall love it and...btw my stories are from 6-7 chapters long...I don't do very long stories but I'll give you my best in these chapters okay? Okay...btw as well that I only finished season four this year...sorry. I am late Okay? Forgive me...
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John's pov.
Ugh.
Sherlock has gone crazy again....I don't know what to do...he's like running around the house because he doesn't have any murder case to solve...wow.
I have heard of workaholics but...never heard of a person who gets high from solving murders...should I be worried? Nah...
I love the way he is...never change...Sherlock...but do also eat food because your life depends on it. I'm a doctor, I know. Anyhow...the house is messy as ever...and I hate it because I have major obsessive compulsive disorder...and I also don't want Sherlock to know or else he's going to shift outside because he'll think that I am getting uncomfortable of him.
People say Sherlock is a Monster but I don't think so...
He's a high functioning sociopath.
I get snapped out of my thoughts as Sherlock examines my face, very closely. I, clearly puzzled, raise my eyebrows as to ask him if he's alright.
But no response, the hell?
I clear my throat "Um...Sherlock? Are you high again?" Sherlock snaps his head and awkwardly coughs..."No...but I have a question...I'm bored."
What? I sarcastically laugh as I point towards the door and say "Go to the therapist."
Sherlock huffs as he mutters something in his mouth, I hear only a few words...Like 'stupid' and 'why'. I roll my eyes as I fold my newspaper and follow him, because I know the last how that went when I didn't go.
....*flashback*....
"No Sherlock I'm not going!" I scream... grumpily sitting down. "Okay then." Sherlock mumbles. When I hear the door close, I turn around and get back to work.
A few hours later, mrs. Hudson runs in my room, looking horrible. I ask her what's wrong and she only mutters out "Sherlock".
I mentally curse as I run out of the door.
Outside, everyone is gathered around something and when I go closer...I see Sherlock dancing and swearing-more So slurring incoherent words at everyone with a gun in his hand.
Then he puts the gun to his head...
Oh hell no.
....*flashback ends*...
And since that day...I have been supervising him because of his incessant behaviour. Well then. Time to go and solve murder with Sherlock Holmes.
Seriously though.
Who would have thought that after retirement I would be solving cases with a psycho? Well...not psycho...I'd never say that to him...mainly because he is not what people think he is.
He is loving.
He cares.
He makes mistakes.
And that is because he is human.
And is not a machine.
At least that is what I have seen of him.
And I like this Sherlock.
And yes he looks after my daughter...
Okay okay...he might've had named her Sherlock jr.
I COULD NOT RESIST HIS FACE WHEN HE PLEADED ME TO NAME HER! I'm sorry.
Argh.
What am I even doing anymore?
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'Tis all. (no but really that is all)
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