JOHN
John Watson: Blogger, doctor, former soldier in the Afghanistan war, and friend of London's infamous Sherlock Holmes.
You could say that John was often shadowed by Sherlock's success. You could also say that everyone casually overlooked John and his contributions, focusing only on Sherlock, "The main man".
And in a reality, you'd be correct.
The fact of the matter was that nobody really noticed John. Nobody stopped him in the streets of London for help, nobody took his picture when out and about, no paparazzi stopped him as soon as he stepped out the house.
John was the unnoticed sidekick. But he didn't mind that. In fact he rather enjoyed his position as the discredited companion. It allowed him more freedom. Nobody pestered him or bothered him. Any fame he had didn't outshine everything else about him. He was free to do as he pleased. But maybe, just sometimes, he craved the attention his taller friend got. Maybe just once he wanted to be the hero that people thought Sherlock was when a case was solved. Maybe just once he wanted to step out of the shadows and be in the spotlight, with Sherlock unnoticed.
Just for once in his life...he wanted to be recognized.
John rolled over in his bed and sighed. He couldn't keep thinking like this. It was selfish of him, he was being the exact same selfish prat that Sherlock could be sometim-A lot of the time...
Sherlock...that all anyone thinks about lately. Ever since Moriarty came back its all anyone thought about. Sherlock and Moriarty. No mention of John, the man who had nearly been killed by Moriarty at the pool, the man who had been so damaged by Moriarty's actions and Sherlock's response at St Bart's. When his best friend had-
No! He couldn't think of that. Even when it was fake, he couldn't think about it. It hurt too much...even now. Seeing Sherlock on the ground...dead...bleeding.
John turned over again, starting to sweat quite a bit at his recollection of the whole thing. Mary stirred in her sleep beside him but didn't wake. Thank God. She'd go absolutely mental at him for waking her, especially when it wasn't something to do with the baby. Both of them hardly got any sleep because of all the night time shifts of baby care.
John's phone blinked and flashed on the nightstand, indicating messages received. John sighed and tilted the phone just enough to see whatever message he had got. Of course it was him. The one man who would even think it was alright to text him at 2 in the morning.
John, I need your assistance. Come to the flat as soon as possible. Now preferably.
-SH
