Title: Starting A New Relationship
Summary: Sherlock has returned after three years to Baker Street and he finds a new addition to John Watson.
Disclaimer: I do not owe BBC Sherlock! It belongs to Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat.
Author's note: This is my first time writing for the Sherlock fandom and the pairing John/Sherlock. I hadn't written for a long time and I hope this is a start of a new multi-chapter story.
Spoilers: There might be some spoilers from the books.
Timeline: It takes place three years after the episode The Reichenbach Fall.
John stared in utter shock as he was staring at the man in front of him. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak, and he couldn't move at all. He was just completely immobilized at the spot.
"John, listen, I know this is quite a shock…"
Once those words had left the man's lips, John punched him in the face. He deserved it after leaving him for three years and faking his own suicide. "You left me, Sherlock!" John snapped as he hadn't moved a muscle from where he was standing in front of the door.
"I had a perfectly good reason," Sherlock replied.
"And what's that? Who else know about this?" John asked seething.
"Mycroft and Molly," Sherlock said.
"Wait, Molly? I just had lunch with Molly two days ago! And Mycroft knows?" John asked unhappily.
"Look, can we talk about this inside? People are starting to stare," Sherlock said as he looked over his shoulder and saw a couple staring.
"You better have a good explanation, Sherlock," John muttered as he stepped aside to let Sherlock through and the two went upstairs to the living room.
"First of all, I want to know something, what happened to all my stuff?" Sherlock asked as he was looking around and John sat down in his arm chair that was facing the window.
"Mrs. Hudson put it in a storage room building nearby. You can ask her about it tomorrow when she gets back from visiting family," John explained as he watched Sherlock looking around and his eyes stopped at the photo frames on the mantle.
"Is that your wife beside you?" Sherlock asked as he was trying to deduct the photos as he hadn't spoken to Mycroft about John since last week. When the two talked, Sherlock doesn't ask about anything else except John's well being and Mycroft never tells anything else besides that.
"Actually, she's deceased now," John replied without looking up at Sherlock as John focused on the newspaper that he gotten to read.
"I'm sorry John, what happened?" Sherlock asked as he tries to be sympathy for his friend as he hadn't seen his friend for the last three years and he wants to know all about him over again.
"She died in a car crash two months ago while she was coming to see me in the clinic," John explained as he looked at Sherlock.
"So you're in mourning now," Sherlock muttered.
"No, I'm not any more. I had to stop mourning over her for…" John stopped speaking as he looked back at the newspaper.
"For whom, John?" Sherlock asked as he saw that John wasn't going to answer him, he looked back at the photos. In one of the photos, he saw John holding a little baby girl in his arms that looked like one year old. "John, don't tell me…"
"That's my daughter, Shirley Watson. I named her after you and no, she didn't die in the accident. She's over at Lestrade's place right now as Lestrade wanted to baby-sit so that I could have free time of my own while Mrs. Hudson was away," John explained.
"She's beautiful, John, she looks exactly like you," Sherlock replied.
John gave him a proud grin. "Lestrade should be coming back any time soon now so that you can meet her," he said.
"I really don't want to deal with Lestrade at the moment," Sherlock muttered as he sat on the couch. Sherlock looked back at John, "Where's Shirley's nursery room?" He asked.
"She's sleeping with me so that I could be able to help her during the night," John explained.
"Does anyone else know about her?" Sherlock asked.
John raised an eyebrow, "Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, Molly, Mycroft…" as he listed the people that he knows who know.
"Wait, Mycroft?" Sherlock asked surprised.
John nodded, "His helping me pays rent for our flat, Sherlock. There are times that no one could baby-sit and I can't go to work since I need to look out for Shirley. Mycroft felt really bad about giving your life story to Moriarty, and he thinks by helping me it would overcome his guilt," he explained.
"Is it?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes, Mycroft and I are slowly friends now. I forgave him on what he had done to you and he hasn't stopped paying rent to help me," John explained with a small smile, "Shirley, me and Mycroft also had lunch together at times," he added.
"It sounds like you and Mycroft are dating," Sherlock muttered but John heard him.
"Now wait a minute, Sherlock. Mycroft hadn't done anything except being a big help to both me and Shirley. Don't you forget that it was you who left us," John said.
"I had no other choice! I was protecting you, Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock replied.
"Now that I told you everything about me, why don't you tell on what you've been doing these past three years?" John asked.
"You didn't tell me what's your wife's name," Sherlock said.
"Mary Morstan, she'd worked with the government and I met her accidentally in the bookstore once and it was love at first sight," John explained with a dreamy smile as he thought about the memory.
"I'm sorry about your loss," Sherlock muttered.
"I'm over her, Sherlock. No need to apologize over and over again," John replied shaking his head as he looked at Sherlock. "Now what have you've been doing these past three years?" He asked.
"I was destroying Moriarty's web all over the world."
TBC...
me: The first chapter is always the introduction and short, so the later chapters might get longer.
Sherlock: So your back in writing?
me: it seems so!
John: where did this came from?
me: The idea just popped up in my head now.
Mycroft: Please review!