Mrs Hudson got a new kitchen table today. It's got a glass top. -JW
Weather's lovely. It's been sunny all week. -JW
There's a woman I keep seeing around lately. I saw her twice in Speedy's last week. She left around the same time I did. I think she might be following me. She's tall, with dark hair. Reminds me of you a bit. -JW
I keep making too much tea. I forget that you're not around. I remember how much milk you have, though. -JW
Looking through sent messages to a phone that isn't in use. Lingering by a scene of what appears to be an attempted murder near Holloway. A scene that he could have had all figured out within ten minutes. A scene that John was only allowed on because Lestrade thought it was unhealthy to leave him alone. Everyone had been being so nice lately, quiet and subdued around him, and even Donovan had stopped referring to him as 'Freak'. Just the emphasized pronouns that everyone used lately.
The one about the weather had changed. The one about the tall brunette had not. He was sure he'd seen her earlier that evening, going in almost the same direction as he. But she wouldn't be here- wouldn't be allowed. Not as a silent, nervous-looking and glass-eyed shadow in the back of the restaurant, not as a jumpy pedestrian who shrieked when someone brushed her arm walking past. Not as a figure who would remind John of him... Of Sher... Sherlock if she wasn't dressed so oddly.
"John? We're done here, I'm going to get a beer if you want to join me..." John wasn't sure if the voice belonged to Donovan or Lestrade, and he didn't look up to check.
"No thanks... Going back to the flat, Mrs Hudson wanted some help with something... Peeling wallpaper I think..." A long sigh. Eyelids that felt too heavy rubbed before standing up. It was Donovan. It did seem more fitting, somehow.
"Okay... Well..." It hung in the air like a body from a rope. Not that that had been his method. Everything seemed like suicide lately. Two and a half years, and John wasn't over it at all. It hadn't even slipped his mind yet. It was always there.
He didn't actually want to go home though. There was no point. Mrs Hudson wasn't going to fix the wallpaper until the next morning.
AN: I know this is very short, and it will include a fancharacter/OC of mine who I am almost 100% certain is a Mary Sue. One of my friends told me I should post it. If you dislike OCs, or if you dislike Mary Sues, then don't read this. Also keep in mind that I am very new to fanfiction and will probably make everyone or nearly everyone OOC a good deal of the time.
And I don't take criticism well.
If you tell me 'you made a small mistake there with x' I am going to think you hate me.
Please don't hate me.
I'll put more up once I have more.