Johnlock Oneshots

Mind Palace

"Since when have you ever taken interest in another person?"

"Since I met you."

This quote makes me want to cry, so might as well share the sorrow. Enjoy!

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John was having a terrible week, to say the least. Nothing seemed to be good. One of his dates ditched him while he was in the bathroom and he hurt his leg trying to take down decorations at the office. Honestly, he was done.

In the middle of silence and a total breakdown, John sat on his recliner. He decided to turn his chair slightly so he could curl into a ball and watch the colors on the TV. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want to do anything. He didn't even want to think. Just sit and relax.

Sherlock had also been in the room, sprawled out on their couch. His hands were pressed together in a prayer as he wandered through his mind palace.

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Today was boring, horrid. John hasn't done anything all day but pout in his chair. He is still in his white T-shirt and plaid pants from when he went to bed last night.

I wandered through my mind palace, visiting the best rooms I've ever made. Like little memories that I had from college. I enjoyed staying up late and experimenting with whatever I could find. Giggling as I would harass my roommate whenever I could.

"Piss off Sherlock!"My roommate groaned, his name was...Michael.

I snorted at him as he rolled to the side. He was a decent person. Tolerated me the best he could. Majority of the time he was either high off his ass or tired. I got used to it majority of the time.

My John room, oh my John room. I loved it. Navy blue and gold wallpapers align the walls neatly, except for a corner that was peeling off slowly. I peaked under the peeling wallpaper and the crimson red wall I had hidden for years showed. I forgot. My mind palace reminds me of my secret. I flatten it back and try to hide it, though no one can see.

There were little pictures of John hanging on the walls. One with his mustache which I shriveled my nose too. What made him do THAT? Luckily, the day after he shaved it off, I remember his ex-wife Mary teasing him. I couldn't join in, because I already irritated him enough for one day.

There was another picture which I loved the most. John Watson with his hair gelled back, and a nice gray suit and black tie. I remember shopping with him for a suit when we got invited to a party by one of our clients. John had never owned his own suit, besides the one he had in high school. He tried it on while we giggled. The pant leg ripped. He fell on the floor in a fit of laughter. It was wonderful

I heard the wallpaper rip and I sucked in a breath. The crimson red seemed to bleed through the wallpaper, taunting me like a child.

"Leave me alone, I know..."I groaned, fixing the wallpaper again. It folded over the corner as to show it was still there. I flattened it. It folded back.

Walking away from the wall, I sat in John's chair. I searched through the titles of many books with blank pages. Though I was clearly smitten for John, I would never take the time to memorize all of the books. Only the one he loved.

He has this one book that sits by his nightstand. Agatha Christie. He loves her 'Hercule Poirot' short mysteries. I had gotten him a whole collection for Christmas after he started talking about her books. He hugged me tightly, thanking me furiously. He said he could never afford to get the books, as some of them were too expensive, and he had to get them from the library.

I watched the projection on the wall from the memory. Feeling my heart rate rise as he embraced me. Remembering the musky scent of his cheap cologne. Even though it was cheap, it smelt nice because it was his. Everything I associated him was 'nice'. It was too good to be true. I made him in my mind into this perfect doll for my mind to toy with, to fantasize with.