Hi everybody! So basically this is my first fanfiction that I actually intend to finish (I posted one about Buffy the Vampire Slayer under the name iheartspuffyness but then was introduced to the magic of British television and never got around to finishing it. Oops.) Anyway this fic was one of those things where as you're falling asleep you get a burst of inspiration and have to write it down otherwise you know you'll forget it. Hope you enjoy, and don't worry, Johnlocky goodness will ensue!
Chapter One
Sherlock gasped. Today was a bad day, and bad days meant the graveyard. Funnily enough, his bad days seemed to coincide with John's. Or maybe... Sherlock didn't allow the thought to finish in his head. The vague delusion of John leading a happy life was the only thing keeping Sherlock halfway sane at this point.
However, Sherlock could not ignore the fact that it was hardly likely he and John kept coming on the same random days. But there was something different this time; it was hardly difficult to tell what. A flash of metal coming from John's left hand was all Sherlock, or anyone with half a brain really, needed to deduce what had changed. There was also the fact that John was obviously... happy. Now that he thought about it, Sherlock had to admit that lately John had seemed a lot less angry and, frankly, depressed lately, though now it was clear exactly why.
Although he was overjoyed for his friend, Sherlock found that John seemingly moving on was enough to push all the pain and emotion from recent months over the brim. The man who had been called a freak and robot and other such names all his life for his lack of emotion indulged himself this time, and allowed a single tear to roll down his cheek.