When Watson met Holmes
This is basically life without Sherlock. John is feeling as if he is not on earth. Nothing to look forward to, nothing to live for. Another world where Sherlock never existed. He knows there is another world out there where they met. Can he find out what happened? Bad summary but please R&R! Thanks!
Chapter 1
John sat in his flat. 778s. He was always alone. Never had any visitors. People at work would ask him what was up with him. He would reply, "I don't know!" It was strange. It was as if he had lost a good friend, but he hadn't! Nothing made sense anymore, not after the collapse.
He fell of a roof of a house. He never knew why he was up there in the first place. It seemed as though he had fainted, and someone had placed him up there. But that wasn't the case. As everyone had claimed to see him climbing up to the roof on his own. His eyes were open as everyone who had seen him had said. All people knew was that he kept on saying, "Sherlock" over and over again!
It had always been a mystery to him. He wish he had the courage to do it, ask people, look it up, and more importantly, get his old life back! John went to his cheap, scruffy old laptop and typed in 'Sherlock'. He looked at the right hand corner of the screen. 1,236 pages. John hit his fist on the oak table. If only he knew the last name.
He thought to himself. There was something in his brain that wanted to tell him something. Unfortanly, the key to that pathway was locked. No matter how hard he tried to get in, it wouldn't budge. Not one bit!
John sat back in his chair. Would he ever know the truth? Would he find his lost friend? Or was he just committing suicide up on the roof and putting on a show for the watchers?
BANG! A loud thump at the door downstairs made John nearly jump out of his skin. He tip toed to the door and opened it a little bit so he could see the tiniest bit of the stairs. He opened it a little wider and saw a big, black figure standing at the door. John opened his door fully and looked around. No one was there. Another loud thud at the door made John anxious. Some one was desperate to come in.
John slowly went downstairs. His heart was thudding in his ears. Who was that person at the door? What did he want? He made it to the door. In this rate he was going to have a heart attack. He slowly opened the door. There the man was. A man covered in blood, trembling at the spot. His hair was covered in red dots and his eyes were tired and ill.
John backed off. He was terrified at what was infront of him. He yelled and shouted for help. The man stumbled in the hall and said under his breath, "Help me, John! Help yourself!"
The man collapsed at Johns feet. The man stopped breathing. John trembled as he saw a strange piece of paper in his pocket. He opened it and read it out loud…