Trials and tribulations of John Watson
Chapter 1
It has been six months since the fall of Sherlock Holmes and the subsequent loss of his best friend. In that time John Watson had been busy, the first thing he did, even in mourning, was see to it that the flat he and his girlfriend Mary were building was finished. He was finding it harder and harder to be in 221B. He had scrubbed and cleaned his old place within an inch of its life within the week of Sherlock's death, a coping mechanism. Not throwing any of the detective's things out, but cleaning them and putting them away. He also made the kitchen a kitchen rather then a since lab.
Mycroft had shown up during that time to request a few personal items of his brothers.
"John"
"Mr. Holmes, while I appreciate that in the past you came and left as your pleased, you no longer have reason to visit, and even if you had, it would do you well to remember to knock first, you are breaking and entering.
"He was my brother John, I have a right"
"No, you don't, you lost them when you sold him"
"You're a soldier John, you protect Queen and Country, you must understand…"
"No" he interrupted
"I don't, family first, always family first Mr. Holmes. You too might not have gotten along, but he would NEVER have sold you out, good day Mr. Holmes, don't let the door hit you on your way out"
John didn't see him again until the funeral. And he would not talk to him.
It was the day after the funeral that Mary came home from Australia, John having told her to stay away due to the press. John had missed Mary terribly in her absence and while they settled into life in the flat rather quickly, Mary, in her concern for her beloved, insisted that he return to his psychologist. Which he did, if only to keep her happy and less worried.
John went searching for a full time job. Many places giving him an interview but then turning him away, all because of his association with the 'Freud'. He eventually found himself working as a security guard at a local nightclub. It was not ideal, but the only place that would hire him.
It was six months to the day that he proposed to Mary. He had taken her on a dinner cruise on the river and done the whole one knee thing. Despite his bad leg and shoulder. She of course agreed instantly and the ring was slipped on her finger. The wedding was planned for that summer coming, six months off.