John's eyes: A Sherlock fanfiction
They were blue when he was born, the brightest blue that his mother had ever seen. His sister, Harry, had called them his best feature; she hated babies you see.
As he grew, John's eyes grew too. The older he was the darker the blue got, until one day it was hard to tell if they were blue or brown in pictures. His eyes became cheery as his childhood went on, all was good with little John Watson.
When John was 12 his father left, he hadn't expected it, but his mother did, Mr Watson had many affairs since John was born. John's eyes became sad, and even after he managed to cheer up the sadness could be seen.
At Bart's John made friends, but they didn't know anything about him; just his name. One friend dug deeper, Mike Stamford knew about Harry, John's father, and basically knew John's life.
By the time John entered the army his eyes were dark, he was hiding his life behind lies. No one knew what he was, besides the fact that John was a damn good doctor.
When John was shot his eyes were watery. He didn't cry, he was too English to cry, but his life was over. Even if he survived the surgery he would be unable to operate ever again, and he would have to go back to blasted London.
When John met Sherlock his eyes were weary. He was living in a small flat, and barely had enough to pay for it. He could leave London, but he really couldn't; no matter how much he hated it he loved it too bloody much.
When John went on his first case, his eyes were opened. It was a world beyond his greatest imagination. And he was thrilled.
On all the cases thereon out John's eyes were full of excitement, he loved the adventure. It was like being back in war, and it was great.
When Sherlock jumped, John's eyes were sad, and teary. This time, he cried, he couldn't give a damn about being an Englishman right now.
His eyes looked the same for the next three years, blank, even when he met and married Mary the blankness was there. He missed Sherlock so much that, even when he was happy, his eyes were always sad. When he saw Mrs Hudson she always told him that he looked well, but she gulped when she saw his eyes. Lestrade started going out for drinks about once a week, but they avoided talking about Sherlock at all costs. Mary never noticed his sadness, she had never seen his eyes with a different emotion.
When Sherlock came back, John's eyes lit up and they never went out again. Mary divorced him, saying he was too devoted to his ex-flat mate, but still the brightness stayed. He moved back into 221b and they solved crimes again. John loved Sherlock, and he never told him because he was afraid that Sherlock wouldn't return the feelings. But it didn't matter, because he had Sherlock and he was never going to lose him again.
When Sherlock died, John's eyes were regretful. He wished he had expressed his feelings before it was too late.