Afraid (ON HOLD)

The Memory Of Ceilings

Chapter2
The memory of ceilings

John

And with a shatter it was gone one of Sherlock's last possessions

It was his Favorite Green Tea Mug. "Damnit" I cursed myself as I ran out our dorm and into the streets of London.

It's pathetic that I still call it our dorm he was gone

He had been gone 3 years since our little "Richard Brooks" case

But one year after another,

12 months turned into 36 months

52 weeks turned into 156 weeks

365 days turned into 1095 days

A fraction of that was spent

Screaming

Crying

Dying inside

Dreaming

Hoping

All those sleepless nights

All those nightmares

Spent without Sherlock.

He left me just up and gone. At first I thought it was just a phase or he was Involed I a tough case ,and he just needed sometime alone in his Mind Palace, but when I asked administration where

He could have run off to they replied with no record of Sherlock Holmes.

Leaving me baffled, I asked the Teachers

No results

Most of the students well all didn't seem to remember Sherlock even his tormentor's Anderson and Sally.

No One Nothing

Even Greg the closest thing I had left to a friend Stopped speaking to me.

I felt alone, I was alone.

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It was Tuesday, It was summer ,but with the wind swaying all around it felt like spring. School had stared up again at Baskervilles High 'bout a week ago

As the Night sky only became darker I passed Lestrade's music shop owned and ran by him ,and His older sister, a swam of Memories flooded my head. One in particular stuck in my mind and began to take over my Thoughts.

3 years ago

Sherlock ,and I had just finished a case murder of 36 year old Mr. Omni our Chemistry teacher ,but Sherlock didn't believe it was just an "accident".

We went through regular routine as we always did after a case

We headed to Lestrade's Music shop. Sherlock held the door open for me as we headed inside, where we found Lestrade on his night shift and a very happy Mycroft flirting away.

Jesus, I didn't see why those two just didn't date already anyone could since there " sentiment " vibe as Sherlock put it from a mile away

Sherlock and I headed towards the counter to greet Lestrade ,and Mycroft.

"Have fun shagging dear brother" Sherlock said in a sarcastic voice. Sherlock's little comment sent a heavy Blush on Lestrade's face.

"Should you really be the one to talk Brother Dear." Mycroft shoot back

Now his comment sent a blush creeping up my checks, that I hoped Sherlock wouldn't see.

If I hadn't been worried about my blush then I would have noticed the glare war the Holmes boys stared.

I disrupted the awkward silence by clearing my throat ,and pulling Sherlock away.

"Hey Lestrade do you think you play Sherlock's playlist?"

"Will do."

I made eye contact with Lestrade before I headed up to our spot up stairs to the balcony, I yelled good luck tilled my head towards Mycroft ,and winked, sending a flood of blush over him. I couldn't help but laugh as I got pulled away by Sherlock up the stairs.

As we settled down Ceilings by Local Natives played over head the wind was blowing lightly. They (the wind) blowed Sherlock's Inky black curls over his eyes.

(A/n This font represents the lyrics)

Haven't stopped your smoking yet so I'll share your cigarette just to feel it in my fingers.

Sherlock stood in his usually spot leaning by the railing cigarette in his fingers

"So why the cigarette?"

Of course I didn't get a reply. The cigarette lingered on his Cupid bow lips sending a light blush upon me.

I took the cigarette for his finger, leaning on the railing of the balcony examining it closely.

You walk around till 3am tell me what I know again to keep myself from second guessing

Looking at slowly burning cigarette in my hand I thought about my (although I never mentioned anything) little crush on Sherlock how. I thought about how he played his violin till 3am, how he always corrected me when I was wrong, but nothing, nothing at all would make me rethink my little feelings for him.

Then something, someone snapped me out of my train of thought.

Sherlock's eyes were looking into mine they were close, Oh so close and so were his..

Lips his Cupid bow lips.

Sherlock brought his lips to my ears and began to sing along in that oh so lovely voice.

Oh my sliver dreams bring me to you, hold the summer in you hands till the summer turns to sand, we were staring at our ceilings

Blush began to creep upon my neck and to my face, a deeper shade of red was added when I felt Sherlock's long slender fingers in mine.

Thinking of what we would give to have one more day of sun

Now that I look back on this memory the next lyrics this one is stuck in my heart,mind ,and thoughts.

One day of sun

I would do anything just about anything to have just one more with you Sherlock

Oh my silver dreams bring me to you

And with that he pulled back his mouth, his hands, his lips, and warm voice.

He looked down at me a smirked. I missed him being so close already.

He smirked at me again and headed back down the stairs.

Leaving me blushing

So much for just a little crush.

-MadSherlockianHatter