MODERN SHERLOCK

"DO NOT WALK AWAY FROM THIS!"

Main pairing: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson

Side pairings: Molly Hooper & Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes & Greg Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson & Liam Williams {no more shall be reviled because SPOILERS!}

New additions to the story: Nadia Howarth {1st Chapter}, Kathy McLean {2nd Chapter}, Liam Williams {4th Chapter}. ~~Still in progress~~

About: Got inspired by " IBegToDreamAndDiffer" user with her boner-rific fan fiction, also mix that up with 3 am in the morning on tumblr. I wish i could tell you more about it this, but the more i do the more i will spoil everything. And i like playing mysterious. :)

Warnings: It's a fan fiction? What do you expect? There will be bunch of blow jobs, butt sex condom wrappers flying everywhere and ever a lesbian romance {finally}. I don't think you need a warning since you chose to click this 3

Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC, Mark Gatiss, and Steven Moffat. The original characters are the property of Arthur Conan Doyle. I own nothing but the plot and make no money from this story.

It had been two years since the accident. John didn't really like to talk about it. Mrs. Hudson tried to talk about it with him, how he is feeling, maybe the therapist was really doing as bad as John said she was, so why shouldn't she try with some motherly love? No good came from that, it just ended in him shouting with tears dropping onto his shirt he wore for 3 days straight.

The bloke really gave up on himself after what he witnessed. A week after Sherlock's fall John was so bad that he had forgotten to eat for days, mostly because Mrs. Hudson was out with friends for a long time and didn't check on didn't shower, didn't change his clothes, he just stood in Sherlock's arm chair watching his skull friend day dreaming, or maybe watching telly laughing to himself, he stopped reading the papers because of the pure bullshit they were writing.

And so a year passed by and from time to time Lestrade showed up with some food and beer to cheer him up, and he did, he really helped John out. Lestrade was the person who whenever you call he will be there in a flash. Mostly because Greg knew what it was to lose a best mate. And since nobody was there for him, he wanted to be there for John. He even introduced him to Nadia, to get John even more out of the hole he dug himself into. Aah, Nadia, the most beautiful woman Watson had ever the pleasure of being around with, kissing, touching and such things he could not even remember because of how fucking tremendous the experience was. At first she came to his apartment , maybe stay a night over or just a quick shag to get stress out of their so eventually John moved in with her after 9 months, they really hit it off. The Doctor had only one secret from Nadia, and he felt like it's best keeping it that way, and..it's that he still payed rent for the apartment.
Not because he is waiting for anybody.
At all.
Not anyone.
Or not wanting to throw away their stuff knowing they will come back.
Never would he ever.
He had moved on. Promise.

Two years later, Nadia still made him go to the therapist he hated it, he just hated being there, it was so god damn depressing. And to be quite frank with you the only times he went out was when his girlfriend pushed him out of the door to go and talk to her ,since Lestrade was busy with new deaths and such.
He arrived just in the nick of time and passed really fast to the chair, trying to get trough with this as fast as possible

"How are you feeling today John?"

she sounded so...so...fake, like she didn't meant it, i don't blame the woman, she has to ask that question 10 time a day at least, but at least make it seem like you care a bit.

"What should i tell you so i could get out of here faster?"

John said with annoyance blazing trough his eyes.
She chuckled to herself shaking her head.

"How have you been? Did you finally propose to your current girlfriend? What was her name, Nadia? "

" I..uh..I...i don't...I don't think i am ready yet, i just..need a bit more time on this, it's not an easy task to accomplish"

"John "

She exhaled deeply in disappointment

"It has been a month since you said you would propose, why do you keep backing away?"

John grunted and looked out of the window just so she can't see the guilt in his eyes, but he knew that she could tell even from afar that something was bugging him, but she kept skipping the subject because she thought it would be too painful for him to handle. But it had been too long, and she had too.

"John, John please look at me, i need to know you are listening, and do not lie, scream or throw a pit, we need to talk about some things and it may"

She paused and re-thought her words..

"WILL hurt you. Now i need to ask you something... "

John looked at her, already knowing that it will be about..oh god no..not this conversation...he was hoping they could skip it, never talk of it, and move on. It seemed like a century until The Doctor got frustrated and raised both eyebrows at her as if saying Well? Spit it out already!
She was awaiting that, so she could be sure of asking that question would be okay with him, and so she proceeded to do so, thinking how to ask this.

"Are you pushing back the proposal, because you are waiting for Sherlock Holmes?"

John's jaw dropped, that was NOT what he expected at all! He expected them to talk about the fall, not this.
This is bizarre and stupid!
Why would he wait for a dead man to come back so he could get on his life?
Why would he need his best bud to continue my life?
Why wo-oh god Watson could feel the tears coming up, he tried to hide it, and thankfully John was successful as he places his knuckles on his thighs and cupped his face with both of his hands. As i rose up John hid the misery with a tiny smirk.

"What do you mean? I don't need Sher-Sherlock to get married, i could have Lestrade as my groom "

Trying to sound confused, she pushed herself forward locking her eyes on John's and squinting at him. To him that didn't feel very comfortable but he let it kept that pose and went on..

"No John, as your husband, as boyfriend as someone who you love "

John's eyes widened.

"I AM NOT HIS DATE-I Am "

He paused

"I wasn't-I wasn't his date, never was never will be."

He looked at the ground with eyes drowned in tears he tried really hard to hold back. He looked up at her, not realizing that every emotion he was feeling at that moment, was written on his face.

"John denying things will never help you, i can see it, you were in love, and you still are. But the thing that is bothering me the most is that you weren't acting like that 'till a week ago, you had moved on you even got the ring and you had a smile on your face, you were finally free! Did you go back to the apartment again John? We made a deal an- "

John cut her off because he wanted to shut her up and her stupid curiosity, he knew she wasn't asking to help him, she was just being nosy, but he just wanted to shut her up so he could go home and snog the hell out of Nadia. Though he did break the deal a couple of times but told nobody of such a thing, even Mr. Hudson didn't know he was sneaking in the apartment late at night.

"Here!"

John hissed at her giving him her phone a bit too aggressively, but she understood why, so she made no comment about it.
There was a text.

2 sentences. Initials. No number.

I'm still alive. I need your help.
-SH
[Hidden Number]

The second she read it her head jolted so fast to look at Watson that it actually caused pain at the back of her neck, open mouth wide eyes, staring at John who was yet again looking trough the window.