On a sunny day in Baker Street, Sherlock decided to go for a wander to take his mind off things and to go into his mind palace; a place in which Sherlock was Sherlock and no one could interrupt him or attempt to make small talk. As he was walking he noticed a man in the distance standing very still and staring at him and, annoyingly for Sherlock, he couldn't quite make out who the person was. The man moved towards him, shuffling as though they were injured and as they were just coming into view, spoke quite loudly "Sherlock, don't move"
"How do you know my name" says Sherlock, still trying to work out who this man was and why he was acting so suspicious. Usually Sherlock can work out a man just from their fingertips but this man was different, this man was quite a puzzle and only once in Sherlock's life had he ever met a man like that, a man that he soon enough fell in love with.
"C'mon Sherlock, you know me; we've lived together for almost 2 years"
Sherlock didn't dare whisper the man's name because he simply couldn't believe it was him, "John?" John nodded and his big blue eyes; like a tropical ocean, was staring right at Sherlock in admiration. Sherlock felt his face go pale.
Sherlock could tell as soon as he made eye contact that this man was infact John Watson; a companion and friend of his that had recently… no he couldn't have, not when he was stood right there.
Sherlock began to go towards him, eagerly and John smiled at him as he did so. As he was about two inches away from John, John grabbed his face and kissed him hard on the lips; Sherlock was startled at first, but felt himself go into the kiss too.
Suddenly, Sherlock felt himself stumble forwards, almost falling over and when he opened his eyes John had disappeared, just like that just poof and he was gone. Sherlock felt himself begin to panic.A clap began from behind and Sherlock turned to face none other than Jim Moriarty. "Great show, Sherlock, great show" Sherlock was silent, embarrassed by his eagerness to get to John even though he knew John would never be seen again because of him, Moriarty. "You are so easy Sherlock, what happened to the man that once faked his own death? Surely you don't believe John could do the same thing."
"John could, if he wanted to, he could" Moriarty cackled out into the trees and it echoed across the street.
"Even if he wanted to, he couldn't. Only you could be that clever, Sherlock"
"Don't say that."
"Why? Because that's what John believes? What John said to you? Oh Sherlock you're grieving more than John's fiancé"
"Shut up."
"You luurve him don't you Sherlock?"
"Shut up."
"Admit it."
Sherlock was silent, Moriarty scanned him and a smile appeared on his face 'you can't stand it can you? You can't stand the fact that I can read you.'
Again, Sherlock was silent, again all that was on his mind was the little blonde boy he once loved and always will love until his final breath was let out. John will always be a part of Sherlock, here or not. John was his John, his little blonde boy with tropical blue eyes.