I've used this excuse before, and I'm using it again-I was soooo busy. Sorry for not posting anything new! To my previous readers-thank you for reviewing. To my new readers- feedback is welcomed. Enjoy!
Disclaimer- I do not own Sherlock-that belongs to Steven Moffat and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Any original characters or plot belong to me.
John's POV:
Three years. It's been three years since Sherlock died. For the first year after his death I barely left 221B. It hurt so much to stay there and constantly be reminded of Sherlock, but I couldn't bear to leave. After losing my job at the surgery, Mrs. Hudson stopped asking for rent, mostly because I think she wanted me to stick around.
During the second year, Lestrade visited me. For the first year, he was sympathetic and let me be. Then, he started to get frustrated, but he said nothing. The only sign was the palpable tension in the air during his more recent visits. This one was different though, I could tell through his body language.
That visit, he yelled at me. He told me that it was time to move on and stop living as a shell of a man. So, that's what I did-well, not entirely. I didn't-still don't- think I could ever move on from Sherlock. Still, I picked up my life. I began working with Lestrade, and took over the forensics. That was how I met Mary.
She was the coworker of one of the victims. I helped her through his death, and we then moved into a relationship. We were together for four months when I proposed. We were engaged shortly after. I think that what attracted me to her was the normalcy. She was a short, blonde woman with a steady job at a local university who wanted two kids. But, there was also a bit of Sherlock in her- a curious intelligence and a spark in her eyes.
Now to the present; we've been married for eight months and now live in a flat on the edge of London. I still work with Scotland Yard, but on a more lenient schedule. Mary, who had been a huge fan of the blog, convinced me to extend the blog into a series of books called The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. They turned out to be rather popular, so it became a more full time occupation.
I was making a cuppa right after Mary left for a lecture when the door knocked. It had started out as a regular morning, but what waited on the other side of the door would change things. Forever.