When I open my eyes again, the darkness suppresses me. My breathing goes faster again. Damn, don't remember. I try to keep my head as clear as possible, try to not think!, I tell myself. I close my eyes, it makes it easier to forget. Forget the fact that I am blind
"Are you alright Sir?" A faint voice questions me. Everything is a blur.
My mind, still foggy, races, tries to collect the previous events. I stretch out my arm in front of my very face. Then spread my fingers into a fan. This helps me to calm down again.
My arm falls back again.
"Sir?" So persistent...
Quietly, I make a noise of acknowledgement. More like a hum. A headach already setteling in my head. Shouting:Morning fucker!
"You don't so seem well."
"Yeah,... I don't feel so good..."
"Have you come here with a friend sir? " the voice gets blurry yet again.
Oh, I have. "Yeah, I guess..." my voice sounds groggy. Snap out of it! I think and squint my eyes.
"What's their name?" the voice asks yet again. Wait. I know this particular voice, that's the man named Le straight... Oh he must hate me.
"Excuse the ruckus Mr..." Hah, sneaky, I am a genius.
"Lestrade" 5 points to Slitherin for such a sneaky move.
"Oh Alright, excuse me for saying such fuss earlier, I did not catch your name. Oh and I am John... " my apologie does not seem to work that good. Hah, he is going to hate me after all.
Like everyone.
"It' s fine. "
" Really? You seemed so angry before..." my voice shakes a bit, remembering what happended.
"It' fine really." Lestrade hurrys up to say. "So with whom did you come here?"
Oh, he's scared to let me remember. With whom...
"Well I came here with... Someone?... Please give me a minute to think." The look of worry lingering on me was the worst. Good thing I am used to that. "Ah, I believe he called himself Sherlock!"
Lestrade's P.o.v
That man right before me is a mess. He just fainted and it appears that he suffers from memory loss. Good grief his eyes look empty too. He never even glimpsed at me. Who is such a irresponsible person abandoning such a cinamon roll? I sigh internally.
Something's off with him. He asked me for my name again, can't he see my name tag? That's so weird. First I thought he played a prank on me, but now... I have reasons to believe he has mental issues.
Suddenly, I hear him exclaim loudly:"Ah, I believe he called himself Sherlock!"
My face drops. Yeah, why didn't I knew. It was obvious. "How come that everythime there is something wrong it involves him."
I sigh yet again, running my fingers through my hair. Guess it's my fault too, after all I asked him to come here in the first place.
John's P.o.v
He seems really trubled. Maybe I should just go... Yep, would be the best idea ever.
A wild Lestrade appeared, what will you do?
> FIGHT
> BAG
> POKéMON
> RUN
John tries to run.
" Um,... I'm taking my leave now. Thank you." I get on my feet, feeling a bit wobbly on them.
"Oh hell no!" Lestrade exclaims very loud "You can't even stand properly. Like hell I will let you go."
John couldn't get away. Shit happens John.
I feel myself being draggend by Lestrade. The destination unknown. Desperate, I grasp onto my last excuse.
"My mum told me to not follow strangers!" I say, flinching inside.
... Silence.
Then Lestrade totally looses his shit, laughing so hard that his stomach probably hurts by now.
My p-p-pokerface (imagine the song by lady gaga) crumbles. I join him soon after.
After a while, we calm down. I hold my stomach and try to even my breathing. "I cAn'T eVeN!" my voice is still shaking.
With that Lestrade breaks into laughter again.
"Stahp... Please *wheeze*..."
Oh fuck, now I'm laughing yet again.
When we both calmed down again I notice. That sneaky bitch! He already dragged me to the destination without me noticing.
How did I notice you may ask yourselves now. Simple: I ran against something without noticing that I walked. This something wasn't there before, for sure.
"So what are you doing here, John? And that with Sherlock."
This reminds me:
"Where is here?" I tilt my head.
Meanwhile Lestrade totally looses his shit again. Surprised how one could not notice where they are.
A/n #sorry not sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ you will get to know the destination in the next chapter... maybe
Welp, see you soon <3
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When can I see you again? Johnlock AU
RomantikJohn lost his eyesight during war... and his friends. Broken inside and outside he returns to England where he is forced to have a carer. However the carer seems a bit odd, who might it be? Trigger Warning! Contains harsh language!
