YAY this is my first fanfic so reviews would be wonderful! Prepare for everything and expect nothing less than my best. This will probably end up turning out to be mostly John's POV, but I might try Sherlock's POV in part of the chapter. This is post Reichenback Fall so there will be a lot of depression from John in the begining (sorry). If there are any misspelleings please notify me. I hate making errors! Enjoy my senseless fluff!
Chapter 1
Hallucinations
" Um. Hm. You... you told me once that you weren't a hero. Um. There were times that I didn't even think you were human. But let me tell you this, you were the best man and the most human... human being that I have ever known, and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. And so... there. I was so alone and I owe you so much. Please, there's just one more thing. One more thing. One more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don't be... dead. Would you do that, just for me? Just stop it, stop this..."
John running the last words he said since the Fall over and over in his head was all he really did anymore. He never texted Lastraude or Molly back. Never talked to anybody and never left the flat. He couldn't stand being alone yet he never felt he was. He had nightmares and never noticed when somebody came to visit. He was in the depths of depression that nobody has ever heard of, and was somehow still alive. No matter how much he hated it, he couldn't bare to die, like he was leaving Sherlock the way he left him. "But that can't happen, I don't even know where he is. Probably having fun on a "brillliant" case. But no, he didn't want to take me along. why? he always takes me with him" he thought to himself everyday to keep himself believing Sherlock was still alive somehow.
6 weeks after the fall, John receives a call. "Mycroft? What does he want?" he said to himself in the otherwise utterly silent flat. For some odd reason he felt inclined to answer it. But why? he never answered anybody's calls anymore, most certainly not Mycroft's. But he answered the call anyways.
John: *answers phone* What do you want Mycroft?
Mycroft: to talk. How are you dear John? Been so long since I've heard from you.
John could just see the sly grin that Mycroft seemed to have whenever he asked him such questions
John: What do you want?
Mycroft: I want nothing, but there is something you might want to know.
John: What about?
Mycroft: You know exactly what it's about John.
John: NO JUST SHUT UP LEAVE ME ALONE I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE AND I DEFINANTLY DON'T WANT TO HEAR A BLOODY THING FROM YOU MYCROFT!
Mycroft: Fine then. Have it your way, but I thought you might quite like this.
The line goes dead, and John throws the phone against the wall. "God dammit Mycroft just doesnt know when to stop!" He goes over and inspects his phone "and now my phone is fucking broken! Bloody hell!" but John completely forgets about his phone and he goes back to losing himself in his thoughts. He lies down on his bed and closes his eyes, yet unable to go to sleep. He thinks about Sherlock's soft lips and his amazing cheekbones "rainbows could shoot out of those cheekbones" John chuckles. "Sherlock when are you coming back to me? I need you. I need you so horribly right now."
"I'm right here John. I always have been,"
OMG hope you liked it. sorry, i just couldn't help myself *giggles* review? gonna post chapter 2 real soon so yay excited to see where this goes! I know it wasn't very long but wait until the next chapter *squeals* I hope you didn't jump to the wrong conclusion. That doesn't give anything away I promise but hehehehehe you don't understand the surprise in store for the next chapter. And I made sure the title threw you off but I hope you still love me ;) because I love you so much for reading this weeeeeeeeeee