Johnlock - Do I Wanna Know?

12 - Never Got Over You

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2 Years Later
A hand smacked against the kitchen table, startling John.
"What, in the hell, was this doing in the mail this morning?" Mary said, obviously trying to keep from shouting.
She threw a thick magazine at her husband, it was a porn magazine, a gay porn magazine.
John's jaw dropped. "I don't know! Why would I order that?!"
He wasn't a good liar.
"John, this is the second time I've found this, this, disgusting thing in our inbox. The first time, I thought it was just a mistake. Sent to the wrong address, but this time, I found a little sticky note on the cover." She held up a small yellow piece of paper that said: 'To: John Watson, 425 North Amberton St.'
"I-I-Someone must be sending me this to harass me,"
"John," Mary smacked her hand on the table again. "don't you dare lie to me. I'm not an idiot, and I won't have you treat me like one,"
"Mary," John put his hand on his wife's, but she quickly pulled it away. Her face showed a disgusted expression, and John looked down to avoid her wrath. "I'm not lying,"
"Bullshit,"
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He sat in the bathroom, silently masturbaiting, staring lustfully into the magazine pages. He thought of himself as a pathetic man, jacking off to naked men in the bathroom while his wife cooks on the other side of the door 30 feet away. He thought he was even more pathetic when he closed his eyes and threw his head back, and watched as the pictures flowed through his mind. Pictures of that one young boy he had come to love and never get over.
"Sher...Sherlock..." he whispered, picturing the boy in his own fantasies.
His jaw fell open, his eyes clenched shut, and he came. The white seed smearing all over his hand and naked thighs.
John pulled his pants back up and opened the door. He was always cheery after getting off, so when Mary saw the cheeky grin on his face, she knew.
"You stupid ass," she slurred, throwing a plate into the sink. It shattered.
The grin on John's face disappeared. "What the hell did I do?"
"You lied, I knew you did. You just got done jacking yourself off to that magazine. I told you, I'm not stupid!"
"We haven't slept together in years! Why do you even care?!"
"Because I'm your wife, you idiot!"
"You act like you hate me," John said, clenching his teeth.
"You know what, John? I do. I have for a long time, I'm over this marriage. I had an affair, years ago, but I did."
John's jaw dropped, and though he wasn't as sad as he should have been, he was almost relieved.
"You're not the only one,"
~
1 Year Later
After they admitted to having affairs, John and Mary got a divorce. Unfortunately, she got to keep the majority of their belongings. The house, the car, 2/3 of their money. He was so set on starting a new life for himself that he moved from Greenwich to London. But he still had little after they had truly split. The only thing that kept him smiling was that he was a free man, no longer did he have to endure living with a woman who didn't love him, or that he didn't love either. Yet his head still hung low, he lived in a small, cheep flat in London by himself. He couldn't go a day without thinking of the boy he'd had an affair with 3 years ago, and that tore his heart to bits and pieces.
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With no job, John spent most of his time roaming the parks of London. It was the middle of summer, so the weather was quite warm.
One particular Wednesday morning, John took a long but depressing stroll in a park nearby St. Bart's. He waltzed along a cement sidewalk, which some old park benches lined on the right side.
"John? John Watson!"
John turned to the voice calling his name. To his surprise, he saw an old friend: Mike Stanford.
"Mike? What are you doing here?"
"I, I've been living in London for about a year now. It was just such a nice day, I went out. What are you doing here?" Mike stood up, tucking his newspaper under his arm.
"I moved here as well, about three months ago. And I too, thought it was a nice day, that's why I'm out walking around," John smiled.
"Ah, well, it's been awhile. Want to get a coffee? Catch up?"
John looked down, nodded slightly. "Yeah, sure,"
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They sat at the same bench Mike sat at when John walked by, now with cups of coffee in hand.
"So, why did you move to London? I thought you were set on Greenwich?" Mike said, siping his coffee.
"The wife and I split, she's still there. I wanted a new life for myself I guess. What about you?"
"Oh god, I'm sorry, John. But I moved here because of a job, met a nice young man, helped him on a case... And I liked it so much, I just ended up staying,"
John nodded and sipped his cup. "It had been over long before we got the divorce, I'm not all torn up about it. And that's nice, is he still a friend?"
Mike nodded. "He wouldn't call me a friend, he's a bit anti-social, but he's alright. He's a lonely fellow though. Lives alone, talks to himself a lot, never had a girlfriend for as long as I've known him."
"Huh, I live alone too, been thinking I need a flatmate. But then again, who'd want to live with me," John chuckled and sipped his coffee again.
Mike, who was raising his cup, put it down. He had a thought, and it caused him to smirk. "That's funny, my friend I was telling you about said the same thing. He wouldn't think anyone would want to live with him,"
"Really? Huh, what a coincidence,"
Mike snickered. "Well?"
John raised an eyebrow. "...Well, what?"
"You both want flatmates, need them in my opinion. What do you say I introduce you two?"
"Well, Mike, you made him sound like a freak,"
Mike shrugged. "He's just lonely, and really into his job. That's not too bad is it?"
John shook his head. "No,"
"Then come on, he's working right now. Let's drop by,"
John sighed, sucked down the last of his coffee, and nodded. "Why not, I need to meet more people anyway,"
Mike slapped him on the shoulder. "That's the spirit. Now, come on."
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John followed Mike into St. Bart's. They passed a young woman making coffee, he looked slightly confused. She had such a familiar face.
Mike stopped in front of an office door, holding the handle. "He's a bit rude sometimes, just to let you know. You get used to him though,"
The door opened, and John followed him inside. There was a tall figure with his back turned, he was picking and looking through files.
"Who is it?" he asked, not turning around.
"Mike, and I brought an old friend."
"What is your reason for coming?" he asked.
Mike looked to John, and back to the man. "You told me earlier how you've been wanting a flatmate,"
The man turned, eyes locked onto a stack of files in his hands. "I wasn't asking you to-" he lifted his head, and the files dropped.
John's eyes grew wide, wider than he ever thought possible.
"...Sherlock?!"
Mike looked startled. "You two know each other?"
The two ex-lovers stared at each other, grief and love and longing flooded through them.
"I thought you were dead," John whispered, so out of breath.
"...I wanted to be," Sherlock said. He showed anger, sounded angry.
"What the hell is going on?" Mike said, trying to make sense of their conversation.
"Sherlock, I called you, even after you told me not too. We looked for you, Greg did, your mother, and I, we tried. Oh my god we looked everywhere for you," John took a step toward him, arms outstretched.
"No! John, don't you dare," Sherlock stumbled back, holding his hand out in protest.
"Sher... Sherlock, I'm so sorry..."
"I've told you plenty of times! Sorry isn't good enough!"
They stared at each other, the rage and sorrow spilling out of them was almost visible. Sherlock was almost in tears, John as well. They hadn't seen each other in close to 3 1/2 years.
Mike furiously looked back and forth at them. "Will someone please tell me what the hell is wrong with you two?!"