A/N: After BBC released those promo images yesterday I decided to do this little drabble. It also has some Mary love because… I am really pissed that people are hating on her character and even sending death threats to Amanda. We haven't even met her yet! Anywho, please enjoy!
-Pinktron
Bloody Bastard, John thought as he crawled out form the sewer pipe. Bloody bastard and the things he makes me do. I could have just said no. John tried to wipe his face off, but thought against it. He didn't want to get the literal shit in his mouth. "Sherlock!" He yelled into the darkness. The detective hadn't been back more than 2 weeks and he was already off on his own again. I could have just said no, John thought again. "SHERLOCK!"
Suddenly, like a little lost puppy the great detective materialized beside him and pulled at his arm. "The game is on!" He yelled and began running again, John felt his heart pound as he tried to keep up. Three years without this constant exercise had made him rusty again. "Come one, John!" Sherlock threw his head over his shoulders to shoot his friend a glance. "We're going to lose him!"
The two had been reunited in the middle of one of the fanciest restaurant in London. He had appeared standing behind Mary, his fiancé, and John had almost chocked on his diner. Of course he immediately thought it was a hallucination again, they still happened sometimes. Sherlock had been his only friend, the best part of his life, and he had constantly had hallucinations of the taller man sitting next to him, standing behind his fiancé, or simply just… there. They had been the reason he had swiftly moved out of 221B. It had become too much. But, no… it hadn't been a hallucination. Mary had turned around and talked to the detective as if he was right there, as if he was real. That's when John knew. It didn't matter that they were in the middle of restaurant, John's army skills kicked in and he had immediately pinned his friend to the wall by his suit jacket. He then proceeded to punch the great Sherlock Holmes, getting the cheek bones this time. Mary had looked horrified, but then she had laughed and that's really when John knew she was the one.
Now here he was again. He had abandoned Mary who just laughed and told John that she was ok with it all.(She really was a great and supportive fiancé, she was simply amazing.) He was running through the streets of London, covered in shit, chasing after Sherlock and the criminal they had been tracking. His breath was heavy and ragged, his legs ached, and his chest burned. He didn't stop… he kept going… god he had missed this. He could have said no… but that just wouldn't have been as much fun. Sherlock was so far form forgiven… but this… this was something he craved… this was an addiction., Running down London streets, the danger, the thrill, the adrenaline… yes… yes he had missed this and yes… he had missed Sherlock Holmes… the bloody bastard that he was.
The thrill of the chase… the blood pumping though your veins… jus the two of us against the rest of the world!
Those words rang in his ears as he caught up to the world's only consulting detective in time to shoot the criminal that had hold of his friend's throat. No… he was never going to give this up.
A/N: I know this isn't up to the standard that I normally write, but it was just a little idea that wouldn't leave and I didn't have enough time to really write up a full one-shot. Who knows; maybe I'll turn this into a little series of drabbles of my unfinished or unstarted ideas! Hope you enjoyed and please review it means the world to me!