Standard Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. I do not own Twilight. I don't make money from fanfic-ing.
She isn't quite sure where she is. (Not that it matters.) Her father has taken her somewhere, hoping that the trip will take her mind off of things. (As if the gaping, bleeding wound of his absence will be healed by a change of venue.)
She stumbles and is momentarily aware of her surroundings again. She sees, unexpectedly, a man who's face is a mirror of her own grief. (Hollow cheeks, dead eyes, haunted, why am I even still living.)
Their eyes meet and his spark in recognition. He sees what she sees.
Lost. They both are.
"Who was he?" he asks, his voice dry and whispery as if he hasn't spoken in a long time.
"Edward." Bella considers saying more, telling this man about Edward or about how he had left her and done his level best to erase any proof that he had ever existed until she wasn't sure if she was sane anymore, had ever been. And then she doesn't. "You?"
"Sherlock." And John doesn't say any more either.
Author's Note: I'm surprised that this fic happened. Sherlock and Twilight aren't worlds I see mixing well in general. However, there's a lot of post-Reichenbach (which is probably spelled wrong) fics with John being strong and/or angry. But I think that really, he'd be in a lot the same condition as Bella was when Edward left.
This is a lot more drabble-y than I usually write, but there it is. I've definitely got a second chapter for this (its already written) and possibly a third in the works, but I don't see it going much beyond that.
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