Life goes on

by ifightjohnswar

It's three months after Sherlock has commited suicide and John has realised that life goes on, even if your best friend ever has died. He goes back to Barts and gets a job.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter One

John woke up. He hadn't slept at all that night, only able to think of what had happened. Even three months after. He walked into the living room. It was still a mess, although not the same. Papers, food and plates spread on the ground everywhere, but the human body parts and experiments where all gone. John stood there for a second, thinking about why he was still here. But gave up and jumped on the coach. For fifteen minutes he lay there without moving. Then miss Hudson came in.

"John come on don't be so sad. I know it seems impossible, but life goes on". She automatically started to tidy up the room. "And when are you going to clean up all this mess".

John murmured something and crawled himself up even more. "Would you like some tea?", asked miss Hudson. "I will put on the kettle on and make you some breakfast. I will leave it in the kitchen", she continued, knowing he would not answer.

Somewhat later miss Hudson left, leaving John's breakfast behind on the kitchen table. John decided it would not help him laying there all day, he walked to the kitchen. When he saw it, his face formed a little smile. Miss Hudson had cleaned most of the room and on the table was set out a proper English breakfast. John sat down and started to eat. For three months now, most of his days were spent like this. Waking up, breakfast, if he was hungry, a stroll down the street, crawling up on the coach, dinner, which consisted of snacks most of the times, and then he would go to bed, without being able to close his eyes for even a second. 'Life goes on', he thought. 'Life goes on'. Miss Hudson was right, he had to pick up his old life, however impossible that seemed.

Today he would visit Barts hospital again. Their medical director had also been at the funeral and had told John he could get a job with them anytime. Molly had also agreed and told him he needed it, especially now that he didn't have any income. John knew that within two months he would be completely broke. So a job would be really nice. He didn't like the thought of going back there, and seeing Molly would probably remind him of... But he had to.

After John had finished his meal he put on his coat and got his walking stick. "Thanks for the breakfast miss Hudson. I'll probably be out till dinner", he shouted before he opened the door. Once on the street he got a cab and told the cabbie to drive to Barts.