Everything Comes Into Focus // Private

[Leafwing12]

It had been 2 years now since they had lost Sherlock Holmes. Those who were closest with him seemed to have gotten over his death and had moved on. All except John Watson. Every day was a struggle for him. And John had no idea why. He knew his friend wasn’t coming back, so why couldn’t he move on as well?

John had tried keeping his mind off of it however he could. Most nights he was helping Mrs. Hudson down at the cafe when he wasn’t working shifts at the hospital. Tonight, he had worked late at the hospital.

John was just drained, mentally and physically. It was late, around 10 at night now. John soon arrived at the flat, entering it. He soon slipped off his shoes and coat, looking around.

John was greeted by a very surprising sight. Clear as day, he could see none other then Sherlock Holmes sitting there on a chair. The chair Sherlock always used to claim and use.

John glanced Sherlock over. Great. He was too tired to the point where he was now hallucinating. John sighed. “Thanks for stopping by, but I’d really appreciate it if you got out of my head.” Johnlock murmured to Sherlock before heading to the kitchen.

[dannychan]

sherlock had finally been able to go home, and the first thing he had done was look for john. when he didn't find him, he had just sat down. when john walked in, he made a confused face before hesitating. "oh. you've been hallucinating.." he said softly and stood, looking over the male. "john, it's me."

[Leafwing12]

John glanced over at Sherlock. He sighed. “Yeah. That’s what you said last time.” John whispered. He then moved into the living room, sitting down on the couch. He ran a hand over his face before lowering his hand. He really needed to stop working these late night shifts. These hallucinations are just getting worse.

[dannychan]

he stood and moved over, cupping john’s face in his hands. there were binding scars across his wrist. “john.. it’s me..”

[Leafwing12]

John froze at the sudden contact. He glanced up at Sherlock, staying silent. This...Wasn’t his imagination? John looked the other over, hesitantly resting a hand on Sherlock’s arm

[dannychan]

sherlock didn’t move away, letting john process what’s going on. ”it’s me.” he said softly, looking over him.

[Leafwing12]

After a momemt, a wave of emotions seemed to wash over John. He swallowed, gently gripping his arm. “...How?” He askes quietly

[dannychan]

he hesitated. “i faked my death.” he said softly, running his thumbs along to males cheek bones. “you can cry, john. i know you want to..” he whispered.

[Leafwing12]

John glanced him over. “...Actually, I kind of want to punch you for making me think you’ve been dead these past two years.” He mutteeed

[dannychan]

he frowned. “it was to keep you safe.. they would have killed you..” he mumbled. “but you can do that, if you need it..”