p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongChapter One./strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongA/N: I do not own any of the characters in this story, bar original creations. I recognise that BBC own the Sherlock characters I am writing about./strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongDisclaimer: Alright, I wrote this story a while ago. It was completed in January 2013. It was my first fanfiction, and I'd like to let you know that I think my quality of writing in this is very poor compared to what I write now. So, if you're forming opinions on my writing capabilities, which you may, please do not base ANYTHING off this story. Read more of my recent things. Thank you! - Zoey/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"*Sherlock's P.O.V*/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"It had been about seven months since I had seen John. At first I was fine.I had saved him and that's all that mattered. I didn't really think about John much, I was far too bored and for the first time ever, I felt starved./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"But, recently he had crept into my bored mind. I missed his company and how he was the only one who ever really accepted me. I thought about John, sitting at his desk coming up with amusing titles for our cases. I thought about when we were together, not on a case; Having fun. I never showed that I was enjoying myself so much, though. I don't know why I wouldn't let myself show my emotions...I wish I had./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"No./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Stop it./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"What ememotions/em? I was sounding like a mad man. I sounded as if I was in love, but I had always thought caring was a disadvantage./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I sighed heavily and shifted my sitting position. I was sitting up in the tree above my grave. I was always here...It seemed right. It also meant I would occasionally see and Lestrade. John never came...well, once ages ago. He asked for me not to be dead. I wanted to run over to him and...Nothing. I wanted to do nothing. It was for his own good./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Even now that I had traced the sniper down and taken care of him...I found I couldn't go back. I had said that I was going to go back after I found him...but so much time had passed and I knew that John and most other people might only be coming to terms with my death ...do I go and stop their grieving,or do I wait maybe even a year until they are over my death, have moved on and I'm a mere memory?/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I suddenly felt very sad. I never felt What was wrong with me/em?/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I pushed away the strange feelings I felt welling up in my chest and draped a blanket over me. The sky was darkening and my watch had broken after my fall, so I judged by the darkness of the night, it was time to sleep./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I soon fell asleep./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"*Johns P.O.V*/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"It was nearly nine at night .I was getting ready for sleep. I didn't want to sleep. I knew what I'd be greeted with./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I had come back to my old apartment I had once shared with...him. I only arrived this morning and it had been an eventful day. A lot of crying and shouting and breaking things and more crying. I decided I wanted to sleep in Sherlock's room. I was just settling under the soft covers when I suddenly got a strong sense of my old friend. I felt like...he was thinking of me. Talking about me or something./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"''No'' I huffed. He's dead. I've gone through this, if I need more proof I'd go to his grave!/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Yes, I would visit Sherlock's grave tomorrow. With that thought , I snuggled down and held my bottle of vodka like a baby./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongA/N: I do not own any of the characters in this story, bar original creations. I recognise that BBC own the Sherlock characters I am writing about./strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongDisclaimer: Alright, I wrote this story a while ago. It was completed in January 2013. It was my first fanfiction, and I'd like to let you know that I think my quality of writing in this is very poor compared to what I write now. So, if you're forming opinions on my writing capabilities, which you may, please do not base ANYTHING off this story. Read more of my recent things. Thank you! - Zoey/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"*Sherlock's P.O.V*/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"It had been about seven months since I had seen John. At first I was fine.I had saved him and that's all that mattered. I didn't really think about John much, I was far too bored and for the first time ever, I felt starved./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"But, recently he had crept into my bored mind. I missed his company and how he was the only one who ever really accepted me. I thought about John, sitting at his desk coming up with amusing titles for our cases. I thought about when we were together, not on a case; Having fun. I never showed that I was enjoying myself so much, though. I don't know why I wouldn't let myself show my emotions...I wish I had./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"No./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Stop it./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"What ememotions/em? I was sounding like a mad man. I sounded as if I was in love, but I had always thought caring was a disadvantage./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I sighed heavily and shifted my sitting position. I was sitting up in the tree above my grave. I was always here...It seemed right. It also meant I would occasionally see and Lestrade. John never came...well, once ages ago. He asked for me not to be dead. I wanted to run over to him and...Nothing. I wanted to do nothing. It was for his own good./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Even now that I had traced the sniper down and taken care of him...I found I couldn't go back. I had said that I was going to go back after I found him...but so much time had passed and I knew that John and most other people might only be coming to terms with my death ...do I go and stop their grieving,or do I wait maybe even a year until they are over my death, have moved on and I'm a mere memory?/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I suddenly felt very sad. I never felt What was wrong with me/em?/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I pushed away the strange feelings I felt welling up in my chest and draped a blanket over me. The sky was darkening and my watch had broken after my fall, so I judged by the darkness of the night, it was time to sleep./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I soon fell asleep./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;" /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"*Johns P.O.V*/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"It was nearly nine at night .I was getting ready for sleep. I didn't want to sleep. I knew what I'd be greeted with./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I had come back to my old apartment I had once shared with...him. I only arrived this morning and it had been an eventful day. A lot of crying and shouting and breaking things and more crying. I decided I wanted to sleep in Sherlock's room. I was just settling under the soft covers when I suddenly got a strong sense of my old friend. I felt like...he was thinking of me. Talking about me or something./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"''No'' I huffed. He's dead. I've gone through this, if I need more proof I'd go to his grave!/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"Yes, I would visit Sherlock's grave tomorrow. With that thought , I snuggled down and held my bottle of vodka like a baby./p