In a London pub there was a group of men that had brought their friend down to help him forget his break up that day. In the yellow light of fake chandeliers they discussed past heartbreaks and break-ups. One downed a pint and another patted his friend on the back, smiling sympathetically. The first was drunk enough that he starts humming the tune of an old drinking song most everyone in the bar knew, but none knew the original lyrics to.
Then the man began to make up his own.
Born sometimes of an affair
Or blatant lack of trying...
The other friend of the distressed was intoxicated enough to join in gleefully, remembering the story of a man who'd gone psyco and murdered a bunch of people after his wife divorced him, claiming she fallen for another man.
The surprise can turn you foul from fair
Or make you feel like dying. Their heartbroken friend added.
Some of the men at another table heard and heard and added their own drunken distress
A shot through the heart! One shouted
Cold, Unfair! two more chimed in.
Left for beauty and older woman added.
A nearby tailor scoffed Or reasons unclear!
Many eyes slid over to a known widower hunched in a corner and all the singers dropped their voices drastically as they added
When death comes will you part
Beware a broken heart...
Tender! A married man shouted, speaking up for love
A young woman and her date smiled attach other and added Romantic!
Gentle! an elder woman added, wistfully remembering her late husband.
A man fond of traditional values added Old
All five sang together Love is a warmth-
That can turn cold! Cut in another, laughing at his interference.
A reporter spoke up. Love has killed one-
Love has killed ten- a writer chimed
LOVE HAS KILLED A HUNDRED MEN!
Bellowed a policeman.
HA! Many of the pub's patrons raised their glasses to that
A man in the back got to his feet and cast some money into his table, clearly fed up with the topic. Most would age him in his mid-forties, with silver mixing with his short blond hair paired with worn face and hands that said he'd seen a lot.
Intoxicated, he yelled "OH SOD OFF, ALL OF YOU!" As he made his way to the door, stepping out watched intently by a silent crowd.
When he was gone a young man asked "What got into him?"
The bartender, an elderly male keen on gossip and the latest news, was quick to speak up with a laugh. "You mean you don't know? That was John Watson, prime example of a broken heart. You boys must've hit a sore spot too soon."
"Poor Sherlock, John too..." Muttered a woman The young man turned to her.
"Who?"
She looked up, seemingly mildly pleased at getting attention. She must've been lonely, he figured. "Sherlock Holmes, genius detective. You really don't keep up with the news, do you?" He shrugged.
"Well, Sherlock was John's secret lover, and they-"
"Oh come off it!" A smug male shouted at her. "They weren't together!"
He shut up when a few passionate cries of protest broke from the crowd. It seemed everyone was listening to the woman. She smiled and started singing the tune from before again.
Such a case of much despair
For any man left pining
Sherlock jumped off of the room
And in his blood was lying-
The bartender picked up happily, much to her disappointment.
A shot in the dark, John pushed through
Pulse was gone!
Soul was too! Sadly shouted a gay couple who had been silent until then.
The bartender finished the rather vague recount.
Watson's love was dead I fear
John makes to depart
Left with a broken heart..
John did indeed intend to leave London, as he could hardly walk past Bart's without breaking down. He kept seeing Sherlock in the shadows everywhere he looked, and was haunted by the consulting detective's voice.
He walked down the unbusy street alone, gaze downward as he made his way towards the empty and broken flat he'd shared with Sherlock, the words of the drunks stinging in his mind and chest.
A lone figure watched him from the rooftops across the street. His long coat drifted gently in the soft wind and moonlight turned his dark hair silver. The man watched Dr. Watson as if he were a statue, completely unmoving besides a deepening frown and a furrowing brow. He took what might have bern his first breath, a sigh. Then he turned his back soundlessly and walked away, mind on the plane he had to catch and on his lost companion.
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Author's Note:
So, this is a story loosely based on Disney's Frozen. I didn't think it qualified completely as a crossover, as none of the characters from the two worlds meet and the plot straysfar enough that it has it own story. All I took was the tunes of the songs and a few plot ideas. The title is subject to change later. Please review with what I can improve so I can better my writing. Favorites and follows are always appreciated, but not as much as reviews.
Thanks so much for reading, see you next chapter!