Mary was the best thing that ever happened to me, of course it was. Sure solving crimes and tracking down people like Moriarty with the world's one and only Consulting Detective was great but who...I mean what could beat a happy marriage. That's what I kept telling myself every night as I settled down next to Mary. I tried my best to think about other things. Sometimes I'd think about our future child or where we were going to live but no matter how hard I tried to think about something else the same old thought came back into my head.

It use to be uncontrollable thoughts but now it had found its way into my dreams, constantly filling my head with ideas that I knew were wrong. I needed Sherlock back in my life...hell, I wanted Sherlock back in my life. I decided that day, that evening when I lay down for another restless sleep, that I was going to do something about it...

Next Morning

It felt weird walking down familiar streets, streets that brought back so many memories. Good memories. I almost felt a shock of excitement go down my spine as I turned into the worn bricks of Baker Street. The weather wasn't particularly nice, in fact the sky above was pretty much as grey as always and despite my endless layers of clothing I could still feel the bitter touch of the autumn cold. Nevertheless, I was in the brightest mood that I've been in weeks. That obviously had nothing to do with the fact that I was going to visit Sherlock Holmes, my old...friend.

I door looked the same as it did the last time I walked out of it and wished Sherlock the best as I grabbed my case and left for my knew life with Mary. The black paint still as shabby as ever and the numbers on the door still needed to be replaced, it wasn't like he was ever going to do it himself though. I found myself smiling at that moment. I grabbed the handle but before I could make myself known, Mrs Hudson opened the door sending me flying into the room.

"Oh, it's you John. It has been a while hasn't it. I bet you don't even remember me do you?" the old lady spoke with a lot of enthusiasm which made me feel welcome despite the fact this was the same being who just sent me flying half way across the room.

"Of course I remember you Mrs Hudson" I replied into her shoulder as I embraced her into a hug.

"I'm guessing it's Sherlock you wanted to see not me, isn't it dear?" she asked laughing to herself. I didn't even have to answer because before I knew it she was taking me up the stairs anyway. I couldn't hear any voices but I could hear a noise of some sort. "Sherlock dear, an old friend has come to see you" Mrs Hudson called out as she opened the living room door with her hand.

Right there in the middle of the room was Sherlock. Sherlock and another man snogging each other as if it was the end of the world. I didn't know what it make of it and I certainly didn't know what to do with myself. I dropped my head to the floor so I didn't have to look at them. "Sherlock!" Mrs Hudson shouted which finally made the pair unlock their mouths, which must have been hard to do. I lifted my head so I could look at him, but he sure wasn't looking at me but his snogging stranger was.

"I'm sorry about that, we honestly didn't hear anyone at the door" the stranger tilted his head at me as if I were to sympathise, "I'm Victor by the way and...well, my apologises again" this time he stretched out his hand so I shook it.

"John Watson and umm...don't worry about it" I tried to sound convincing but I'm pretty sure I didn't fool him.

"Ah, so you're John Watson. I've heard so much about you from Sherlly" Sherlly?! "He literally can't stop talking about you but all good things I can assure you" he said with a wide grin that made me cringe all over. Victor, if that even was his real name was about the same height as Sherlock, in fact I would have said he was actually a little bit taller than him. His eyes were the deepest shade of green I've ever seen but they were a bit hard to look at as his fringe swept over half of his handsome face. Damn it, he really was handsome and for some reason it was making me feel smaller than ever.

"I'm going to take a shower" was the first and only thing that escaped Sherlock's mouth before he left the room.

I still didn't really know what to make of myself even when I was sat down opposite this Victor. The worst part was that he was sat on my chair, my fucking chair. "So how do you know Sherlock then?" I found myself falling into conversation. By this point Mrs Hudson had awkwardly left the room and Sherlock was in the shower, leaving me and Victor alone in the living room.

"Well, I was Sherlock's only friend in University you see. We used to do everything together. But to be honest with you he was a real mess back then, drugs and all. I guess that's when all his bad habits started kicking in." He looked genuinely depressed as he lectured me about their past together. I felt an uncomfortable sensation welling up inside of me, I would say it almost felt like jealousy but that wouldn't make sense...would it?

"So you were a friend of Sherlock's then?" I don't know why I asked it like that but that's the way it came out. Victor moved in his, I mean my chair before allowing a vibrant blush take over his face.

"Well, we were a little more than friends Dr Watson" he tried to distract himself by drinking his tea and obviously not looking in my direction, which I was actually quite grateful for because my face probably wasn't a pretty site. A boyfriend?! Sherlock had a boyfriend but he just felt that wasn't important enough to share with a fucking flatmate! "Not my area" he says. "Married to my work" he says. Well what a load of ...

"Shit!" I don't know how it happened but it did.

"Excuse me?" Victor was looking at me now, slightly worryingly.

"Oh, sorry never mind me" I looked down to my lap hoping Mrs Hudson would come in and break the awkward tension. "So...um...yes, you were saying you were Sherlock's...boyfriend." I tried my best to change the subject but I couldn't even get a few words out.

"Yes" Victor replied rather quickly, "and I still am"

I thanked God I was drinking my tea otherwise it would have made its way all over Victor. "What?!" it sounded better in my head.

"Well, you see. A few weeks after your wedding I had a phone call from him. Trust me it surprised me too. Anyway, he invited me over and soon after Mrs Hudson offered the empty flat room. I took it and now things are pretty much the same as they were back in Uni." Victor said it almost in one breath. I picked up my tea now, gripping onto the cup much harder than I normally do. What's wrong with me, why am I feeling this way? Victor apparently hadn't finished as he soon continued his life story, which I frankly didn't ask for. "You see Doctor Watson..."

"John, please" I had to interrupt him, it made me feel better.

"Ah, thank you. Well, you see...John. It really is like the old days because sadly Sherlly has fallen back into all his bad habits again. I don't know what sets him off but I think I'm helping him through it all" that really hurt me, to be honest I almost felt like walking out. Why didn't Sherlock come to me when he was in distress, or at least let me know if he was having troubles?

At that moment the person who I came here to see, but now wanted to see the least walked into the room wearing nothing but a towel. Victor followed my eyes and turned to face him, "Sherlly! We've talked about this, when people are over you need to put some clothes on" he demanded almost like a nagging parent.

"I can do what I want, it's my flat too" Sherlock's voice filled the room, his low and comforting voice filled my head with those haunting thoughts. Then the moment that I'd been waiting for finally happened. His blue eyes met mine and soon it was almost like I was living back here, our endless eye conversations. However, I'm pretty sure Sally and Anderson called it 'eye fucking'. "John, it's been a while" he said so casually. I didn't think I was ready to talk to him after all those feelings that just went through me but I suddenly felt better again as I was in Sherlock's presence.

"Umm. Yes, it has been a while" I thought I heard him say 'too long' under his breath but it was probably my imagination.

"So have you just come for a visit then?" he asked now sitting down next to Victor, too close to Victor. I couldn't really concentrate on what Sherlock was saying as he spread his long legs over the side of the seat, exposing too much flesh. "John, you're blushing" I would object but I actually was blushing, and I have no idea why.

"Umm. Yes...well it is quite hot in here." I said which just made me look like a fucking idiot as I was wrapped in my endless layers of clothing. I looked back at Sherlock in his towel. He never did have any feel of the changing seasons. "I thought it would be a good idea to have a chat, maybe a little walk, I just...haven't seen you in a while. Wouldn't it be nice to catch up?" I forced a smile across my face for the last bit but I knew Sherlock saw right through me.

Victor answered for him this time, "I think that would be great. Run along now Sherlly, don't keep John waiting too long." There was no real reason to dislike Victor but something inside me made me hate him more than any other person in the world. Sherlock obediently left Victor's side and disappeared from the room once again. To my horror I was soon left alone as Victor followed Sherlock into his room. For God's sake he was getting dressed.