The blurb for the mini episode 'Many Happy Returns' started me thinking and this is the result. Really short but I'm not terribly unhappy with it. I don't own Sherlock or john or any of that fun stuff.
John Watson sat alone in a restaurant thinking.
He had never really believed Sherlock killed himself. Sure, he said he understood but really it was only because he had no proof. At first he thought maybe he was just in denial and reassured himself it was a regular part of the mourning process but the more he thought about it the more realized it just didn't add up.
Sherlock was brilliant. He had somehow convinced the worlds only consulting criminal (who was one of the few people in the world as smart as Sherlock) to kill himself. It was only after Moriarty was dead that Sherlock stepped off the roof and John just couldn't understand why. The danger would have been gone and the problem solved. He knew in a small part of his brain that the great Sherlock Holmes would have a reason. Though it could be a terrible one like being bored again. If he was alive though why not come back to baker street?
It wasn't as if John was the only one to miss him either. Poor Molly Hooper was so devastated at the news that she had run off in the middle of the night and not come back for weeks. Even now, on the odd occasion John saw her, Molly often slipped and spoke of Sherlock as if he were in the other room. John once asked her if he thought Sherlock could be still alive but the pity that shone in her eyes and the suggestion that he start seeing his therapist again ensured he never brought it back up.
He did begin to see his therapist again though. His damn limp had come back and he had to go back so his friends and family would stop pestering him. Every time his therapist would ask about Sherlock he wanted to tell her what he really thought about Sherlocks death but feared what would happen. All the evidence still backed Richard Brook and his story about Sherlock being a fraud.
John really was trying to move on though because after two years it seemed dead or alive Sherlock Holmes was not coming back.
"John Watson?" a voice called pulling him out of his thoughts "Sorry I'm late. My name is Mary Morstan."