The Room Full of Secrets

Chapter one

I'm sorry I haven't been on the blog a lot, John tapped his fingertips on the black keys of the laptop, I've gotten so many questions that I can't answer. He leaned back in his chair watching the line flicker on the screen. John tried to write a post before, probably a million times, but he couldn't do it. What would he say? There's nothing interesting happening now. He then started typing.

I'm probably going stop to this blog, he wrote. He wasn't sure he was going to post it. All John did was slam the laptop shut and sighed. It's only been five months since the fall. That's at least what everyone's calling Sherlock's suicide. The fall.

John would pass by shops and newspapers would have tiny pictures of Sherlock's face with the trademark hat which Sherlock hated. The title would always be something witty like "The fraud falls". Reporters and journalist have been at 221 baker street asking for answers. John can't go out without Being flocked by questions.

Surprisingly Lestrade and his team has said nothing. What are you going to say after you just tried to arrest a guy and then suddenly he commits suicide?

John had gazed blankly at the wall which had the yellow face and gunshots. "I was going to hire someone to fix the wall." Mrs. Hudson said as she leaned against the doorway frame. "but, I don't know..."

Mrs. Hudson traveled further into the room. "it's hard to think someone younger dies before you. I've seen it a couple times in my life, but we all knew Sherlock was different, A good different of course, he was like a gift to us. We didn't deserve him." the room fell silent as the two let their eyes wander the room. It was emptier since his equipment was given to a school and so were his books.

"yeah..." John mumbled, his head leaned into his palm.

"oh, now I know why I came up here for!" Mrs. Hudson snapped her fingers. "a Harriet Watson is at the door. I didn't know if it's a relative or something."

John raised his brow and thought, why would Harriet be here? "My sister," John informed and he thanked Mrs.Hudson and then walked to the front door. He opened it and his older sister swung her arm around him.

"Oh Ham!" She exclaimed, "You haven't really changed."

"Would you stop calling me Ham?" John said embarrassed. His sister had called him ham since he was probably born. It was all because of his middle name, Hamish.

"Of course not," She kissed him on the cheek and then studied him for a while. You never know what can happen to a person when you haven't seen them for a while. "Now let's go eat something." she smiled and dragged her brother out the door. John quickly grabbed his jacket, told Mrs. Hudson he was going out, and left.

Chapter two

Sherlocks long face was lightened by the light of the computer screen. He was reading John's blog. He hadn't posted something in months, but Sherlock would visit the page to see if his old friend had. Sherlock clicked off the website and walked to floral couch. He flopped down and groaned.

"Bored." he yelled, but it was muffled by the couch underneath him.

"Then go out somewhere," Molly Hooper said. Sherlock had been staying in her guest room since Molly was the only one that knew he had faked his suicide. "Just disguise yourself like with a hat and sunglasses. I have clothes Jim used to wear though, I don't know if you would wear them since you know..."

"Molly could you go out to the store and get hair dye?" Sherlock rolled on his back. "particularly blonde hair dye."

"you're going to dye your hair?" Molly was shocked. "but you look like a natural black."