Blind
yes i am sure someone has already done this but the idea intrigued me far too much not to write my own version.
p.s. is NOT a slash story I don't write that purely a friendship story
Enjoy.
Chapter One
Sherlock stared around.
everywhere he glanced was black.
had someone turned out the light? or was he blindfolded?
"John are you there?"
his voice was weak and uncertain, almost afraid. Sherlock Holmes was never afraid as a general rule.
"Sherlock I'm here don't worry I'm here"
Johns comforting arm was on Sherlocks shoulder. "Why is everything black?"
John sighed. He knew that eventually they would get to this topic. Sherlock was blind and there was a small almost non-existant chance of him recovering his sight. The worlds only consulting detective was indefinitely blind and completely useless as a detective.
"What happened?" Sherlocks calm voice and tone scared John more than anything he would have preferred it that Sherlock yelled and screamed not just sit there calm and still. like a statue
"James Black the mass murderer we had tracked him down.."
Sherlock saw it clearly in his mind saw the whole thing Johns voice slowly faded into the background.
The house was large and grand though it did not give off that impression instead it gave off the feel of abandonment and decay they had walked through the dark house led by dim light given off by feeble lamps. The house was musty and creaked on the rotted floor boards.
A light was on upstairs, both he and John had gone to the source of the light...
a figure clad in black emerged from the shadows he restrained John and threw him to the ground...a loud crack Johns bad leg was reacting to the mans weight John screamed out in pain
everything went black..
Sherlock was now awake in the hospital.
the world was still dark.
"Sherlock after the man hit you on the base of your skull you went out cold.
Lestrade arrived and he was arrested but you have lost...lost...your sight. Sherlock your blind" John waited for several minutes there was no reaction from Sherlock he only sat there silently staring into a black abyss.
"Sherlock are you alright? I know this is shocking and probably a lot to deal with but please talk to me"
There was no reply from the detective only a stony silence.
Chapter Two
John and Sherlock stayed at the hospital for three more days after Sherlock woke they had to make sure there was no other lasting damage to his brain. To John what did it matter if his friend did have any lasting damage? he was blind his life and his career were ruined. John made the decision to remove all potentially deadly objects from the flat when he got home.
"NO LET ME DO IT I AM PERFECTLY CAPABLE JUST BECAUSE I AM BLIND DOES NOT MEAN I AM STUPID!"
here he went again. Sherlock had been protesting loudly whenever someone had tried to do something for him John had given up and now just sat there watching his friend struggle to complete the simplest tasks it was painful to see the once brilliant and competent and lively Sherlock Holmes struggling to dress himself because he couldn't see.
At 221B Baker Street
Sherlock sat in the main room on the couch. "Sherlock do you want some tea or something?" Johns voice sounded from the kitchen "no thanks John" John sighed this was going to take a while, a while for Sherlock to adjust to being his friends protests John made him one anyway.
John watched painfully as Sherlock attempted to locate his cup of tea. "It's to your left" John called trying to assist his friend "thank you I am aware that I am a pathetic cripple I don't need you reminding me John, please just drop it"
John was stunned by the comment. Though he knew that Sherlock didn't mean what he said, John was still a little upset by his friends attitude.
Sherlocks phone buzzed "Sherlock Holmes" his face lit up "of course how could I possibly refuse!"
He jumped up John went to steady him, "go away" Sherlock growled John hurriedly stepped away looking hurt. Sherlock slowly made his way to the stairs going one by one until he was out.
"taxi" a cab pulled up, Sherlock uncertainly staggered until his hand came in contact with the cold steel of the door and found the handle. John couldn't believe that Lestrade was giving Sherlock a case.
maybe it was simply pity for Sherlocks plight? whatever his motives or reasons there was no way John was letting Sherlock go alone. He grabbed the cab before it could drive off sliding in alongside Sherlock the driver headed off to the crime scene.
"Hello freak"
"hello Sally"
Sherlock walked right past Sally Donovan "Lestrade" Lestrade came over and took Sherlocks shoulder trying to steer him in the right direction Sherlock shook him off with a glare Lestrade removed his arm and gave up any attempts to help Sherlock.
Sherlock entered the crime scene,everything was black, how on earth was he going to deduct things when he couldn't see the body?
"John describe the scene to me