It was a particularly gloomy day outside 221B. John watson, flat mate and boyfriend to the worlds only consulting detective was sitting in his armchair facing the window. listening to the soft 'pat, pat, pat' of the light rain hitting their windows was a soothing sound as he was deep in thought. The room was quiet and still except for the soft breathing and occasional creaks from below caused by ms. hudson. Sherlock was out on a week long case which required travel. Alone.
"Sherlock, baby, let me come with you. Think of the fun we'll have together in america!" john had said. To which sherlock replied
"I would take you everywhere with me but this case has required i come alone. I am sorry"
John remembered the soft kiss he had given sherlock before he boarded the airplane. He brushed his forefinger over the spot sherlock had kissed back, his lips. The blogged had loved it although was initially surprised because the detective was not often one for public displays of his love for john.
Now zapping back to reality john realized he had started boiling water for tea a while ago and the screaming kettle had reminded him of the world around him. He rose and turned to the kitchen to make himself a cuppa and returned to his seat, now cold. he realized It wasn't the silence that was so lonely. Sherlock often worked for hours, even days in utter silence on an experiment. Only taking breaks for the occasional "i love you" directed to john or a bathroom break. No, the silence was normal. The most discomforting thing about his partners absence was the lack of, well, sherlock. John now realized his life was centered around the man he loved. His job, his hobbies, his free-time, his future and his down time all had to do with sherlock Holmes. He sipped his tea and flipped through the channels on the telly. The rain now slowing to a heartbeat pattern and reminding the doctor of the way sherlocks heart sounded when he put his head on the mans chest during bed or snuggling. It was a comforting sound now seeming so distant. He finished his tea and wrapped in a blanket that didn't provide much heat. the apartment was cold and empty. He contemplated going out but due to the weather and his mood he felt rather lazy and decided to sulk and stay at home.
"I want to be where sherlock is and run up to him and give him a nice big hug"
He thought about making another cup of tea and ultimately decided against it.
He was still flipping through the telly when he stopped on a channel that had a cooking show hosted by a woman teaching how to cook soufflés.
The soufflé woman was rather blonde and round and extremely perky and made john only feel worse. "I should be out enjoying myself even though he's gone. he's not my only friend." He thought. But it was true. Molly? No, shes very nice but too quiet, nothing to talk about. Greg? Busy. Mycroft? Never.
The loneliness was pilling on and he could feel his heart sagging. He switched the channel to a murder mystery. Something sherlock would have liked. "NO!" he reminded himself "i will not sulk for the entire week while he is gone." He switched his attention bak to the telly. The show was very intense and his attention was sucked away from him. A chill ran down his back and he became aware of the heavy goosebumps covering his body despite the blanket. The doctor was, of all things, sad, cold and alone. Memories of Afghanistan flooded his mind.
The desert was suddenly vivid and real around him. He was surrounded by his companions and fellow soldiers, both dead and alive. Bullets passed him at rapid fire on all sides into the enemy lines. As quickly as it appeared it changed. suddenly he was alone on the front. he spun around to see where everyone had gone. He saw sherlock in his long dark coat. he had collapsed on the hard, dry, caked land and was barely conscious. "NO! sherlock. Sherlock im here" john whispered into the fading eyes of the beautiful detective. Immediately putting pressure onto the wound.
"John watson, look at me"
"Yes. Yes its me. Im here for you"
"John, i want you to *cough* know how much i..."
And then he was limp.
