A/N: Hey guys! I've finally posted another one! YAY! Sorry for the long wait, I just kinda have a tendancy to get lazy and just want to watch Sherlock all day.. lol OH! I've been introduced to Doctor Who, so I guess now I'll just have to right some Doctor Who fanfics! Something to look forward to.. I hope.. :) Anyways, enjoy this little piece..
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. NOR do I own Sherlockians! That would just be plain weird! All credit goes to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Moffat, and Gatiss! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
Watson's War
"You're not haunted by the war, Dr. Watson…"
That's a lie. I'm tired of it… Parts of me wish I had never even met him. All of his fans, they're loyal. Not like the bloody traders that called themselves his "friends"! But they weren't good enough for him. I'm his only real friend. But he has followers… 'Sherlockians' they call themselves… They put up posters on the street corners, telephone poles, benches, phone boxes, you name it! I've even started doing it! What's wrong with me? Why can't I just give up!
"You miss it."
Miss it? Do I miss it? No. I miss him. I miss Sherlock; that's why I can't give up on this crazy idea that he's still alive. Because I can't give up on him. People think I've gone bloody mad, but I don't care! I'll spend the rest of my life searching for him… Just like I did when he took off in that cab with the killer cabbie… Just like HE did when Sarah and I were kidnapped by the Black Lotus… Just like I had gone running to him when Baker Street had that gas explosion… There are so many more times that I had tried to save him, find him, BE WITH HIM! It's not fair!
Maybe he was right in saying "Alone protects me." Because I'm his friend. And I wasn't there to protect him. I don't know what happened that day on the roof, and I never will, because I wasn't there for him! Not until it was too late. But even then, I was useless! I was just across the street! I could see him, he was in my sight! But still, my existence wasn't enough to keep him alive.
This inner battle, this war in my head, I can't control it. I can't make it stop! It's what drives me to get up in the mornings, what drives me to want to live another day, what keeps me from just bloody killing myself! The drive to find Sherlock. To find him alive, and be able to tell him that I'm so sorry. I told him one thing- that friends protect people, and he died believing another-no one could protect him.
So this war- all of my emotions- is being fought by not just me, but the 'Sherlockians', too. They've been very supportive, and I guess they've tried to raise awareness for my sake. They've named my "war".
They call it: 'Watson's War'
"Welcome back."
So? How'd you like it? I hope you thought it was okay... And I'd love to know what you thought, so feel free to review... you can even tell me that you didn't like it.. Please? lol.. You don't have to if u don't wanna, but I'd really like it if you did! Anyways, thanks for reading this and letting me waste your time! I'm working on another at the moment.. so I'll see you soon! BYE! XD