Chapter One

((A/N: I do not own Sherlock BBC nor do I own any of its or Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes characters.))

Sherlock sat at his desk, papers scattered about with small clues placed strategically. He leaned back gazing at the evidence, his mind far away from the work. He looked back at his calendar on the wall. The date reminded him of what had happened, six years ago this very same day. He thought back to his previous 'best friend,' John Watson who had left with his wife Mary to go to America. It had been only meant for a month, John planned to come home. Sherlock had texted him while he was away, John never answered. The only text he got was one a few weeks after the month had ended, 'We're staying longer.' That was the last word from him. Sherlock didn't know why John had stayed but he did know one thing, John Watson had forgotten Sherlock Holmes. 'Best friends' certainly don't last forever.

Thanks for reading this. I'll hopefully write the next chapter tomorrow. I somehow came up with this idea after rewatching The Reichenbach Fall. Please read, review, favourite and follow.