Title: Excerpts from the video diary of Dr. John H. Watson
Summary: There are things John needs to get off of his chest, things he can't tell his therapist. She suggests he start a video diary, but what happens when the British government forwards the video files to a consulting detective presumed dead?
Rating: K+ for now
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own no part of the BBC's Sherlock, nor Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's eternal characters Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. I just like to play with them.
"Alright. Uhm. I'm not really- I'm not really sure what to say. I've no idea what we're supposed to accomplish here, me talking to myself like a bloody madman. It doesn't make sense..." A sandy blond head looks down and shakes. "Doctor's orders I suppose." The man cringes. "I feel so silly. What am I supposed to say?" He sighs. "This is pointless." A hand reaches up and a keyboard gets closer until it turns to black as the laptop is shut.
Sherlock is amazed by what sits on his lap. By what he just saw. Knowing there are more. Why though? Why are there more if he found it so pointless? he brushes the thought away, he's too thankful to care at the moment. He'll have to be a bit kinder to Mycroft, even if the thought makes him shudder. His brother just handed him the way to see John again, to hear his voice. His brother just handed him the world.
A/N: Hello loves! This is my first shot at a chapter fic, and if you can't already tell it will be in drabble format. I have another fic in the works but I really, really, do not need to screw that up. It may be the most important thing I've ever written.
As always, thank you for reading and please review! I'm still fairly new at this, so any and all encouragement or tips would be greatly appreciated.