Inspired by the song: Nobody's Hero by Bon Jovi - a link to a video can be found on my profile page.
This first chapter is fairly short.
Suppressed tears made it hard to see the ground beneath his feet, but John held his head high as he walked away from his best friend's grave. Mrs. Hudson was waiting for him by the car, ready to accompany him back to Baker street where he would walk her in and then leave again. He no longer lived at Baker Street and would not go into it again, not yet. It wasn't home without Sherlock and seeing the flat now, with all of the detective's things packed away, it was completely unwelcoming.
Mrs. Hudson took his arm as he reached the car. "Oh my dear boy. This is hard. But I do miss him so." She smiled sadly at the doctor as he helped her into the sedan that Mycroft had provided for the drive. "I miss you too. You should really come around more. How is work?"
Closing his eyes briefly, John got into the car beside her with exaggerated care, using the time to get himself under complete control before he spoke.
"Work is fine." And it was, actually. The clinic had given him some time off, not paid of course as Sherlock had not been family. But since he was well known as the companion of the "fraud detective who offed himself" the clinic had really wanted him gone for a time to let the furor around the event to die down before putting him in with patients again. Now that he was back they were all trying very hard to avoid the subject of Sherlock Holmes, for which John was grateful.
A small wrinkled hand touched his arm. He looked at Mrs. Hudson and gave her a small smile. She smiled back with a twinkle in her eye that warned him her next question would be about romance. "Do you have a girlfriend, dear?"
"No, I don't."
"That's too bad. You're a good catch you know. A doctor! I tried to tell Sherlock but he insisted you two were just friends." She sighed over lost hopes and looked out the window.
"We were just friends." John agreed, but then sighed. "Best friends." Mrs. Hudson patted his arm in sympathy. He looked out the window as the cemetery rolled past. One more miracle, Sherlock. I was so alone before you. Don't make me go through that again.
