Its been seven years since the once 'perfect woman' has left our lives, and as a small blonde rascal would say, the world is shining really bright. With regular therapy sessions and the occasional shoulder from Sherlock, well, one would dare to say things are rather... normal. Good, even. Though Sherlock and I both know nothing can truly calm the trauma of losing the one you love, we are taking each day at a time, and I have never been so thankful for one person since, well, my wedding day. Wait... what am I saying, I don't see us like... that... do I?
I had started to wander deeper and deeper down that rabbit hole when I got close to half way done washing the seemingly gargantuan pile of dishes that had been carelessly left in the sink from a weeks time of experiments and meals. Suddenly, I felt a hand cold as ice resting on my shoulder and jumped at least a good three feet before turning around to notice Sherlock smirking down at me.
"Damn it Sherlock," I said sighing and rubbing my forehead.
"Sorry to disturb you," the pale man said through knowing teeth, "I just wanted to see if you needed any help before I take the night off."
"Well, now that you bring it up, I promised Rosie a stor-"
"Already done."
"Oh..." My cheeks turn red with embarrassment. "Then I suppose the extra hands wouldn't hurt."
"On it," the taller man says with a hint of eagerness. Together, it takes another half hour before we're done cleaning, perhaps a bit drawn out due to the slight awkwardness whenever the mens hands touched. His ivory skin
is always so cold to the touch, probably sue to the lack of proper exercise and what not, but still, it feels... nice.
I begin taking note of this in my head when I hear a faint, "goodnight," in my ear. I shiver from the sudden warm breathe hitting my ear and quickly answer, "likewise," before speed walking upstairs to my room and closing my door for the night.
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The Human Error
FanfictionIts been seven years since Mary's passing, and the Baker Street boys are 7 years into raising Rosie; the witty, blonde, rebel known to all across London as the face of mischeif. However, trialing as it may, John and Sherlock have grown...
