A/N: Another one of those TRF oneshots.
By the way, I want to read some good angsty Johnlock. Preferably short. Ideas?
Mycroft almost choked on his tea. When he asked his team to document the success of Operation Lazarus and its aftermath (dismantling Moriarty's web), he had expected a nice little file which basically spelled out success.
The file was precisely that, until Mycroft found Sherlock's texts neatly printed in a book as an account of the clean-up he did. What he didn't anticipate, however, was a nice little subsection reserved for Sherlock's and John's conversation. Mycroft knew for a fact that Sherlock and John never communicated those two years. Curious, he read the report with interest.
"This report contains conversations between William Sherlock Scott Holmes and other people, which include Mycroft Holmes and John Hamish Watson during the time period codenamed Search.
Please note that these conversations have been arranged in chronological order and the details have been omitted for the sake of brevity.
Also note that these reports contain the following messages – messages that have been sent, messages that failed to reach the other person due to network issues and messages stored as drafts."
Part III: William Sherlock Scott Holmes and John Hamish Watson.
Sherlock: (draft) Mycroft says death makes people like you. It's a strange feeling, looking at your own coffin.
John: (draft) Why did you jump?
Sherlock: (draft) I'll be honest. I was looking forward to your eulogy at my funeral today. Why didn't you come?
Sherlock:(draft) I know why you didn't. You believed me. You think I'm fake. I don't blame you.
John: (draft) I know you aren't a fake. No one will ever be able to convince me otherwise.
John: (draft) You never really cared about me, did you? I was nothing but a tool.
Sherlock: (draft) You never really cared about me, did you? You wanted the adrenaline rush.
John: (draft) All you had to do was stay.
Sherlock: (draft) Many happy returns, John.
Sherlock: (draft) I'm sorry you ever met me.
John: (draft) The world is once again the blur it was before you happened. Please come back.
Sherlock: (draft) I sometimes whisper your name into the winds, hoping they would reach you.
John: (draft) I look at the stars and I like to think one of them is you.
John: (draft) I have no one to talk to. Everyone reminds me of you.
Sherlock: (draft) I composed a song yesterday. It's called "Soldier".
Sherlock: (draft) I am not really good at expressing gratitude but I hope, no, need you to know how much you mean to me.
Sherlock: (draft) I miss you.
John: (draft) I love seeing you smile. Even though it's about a murder.
John: (draft) I still remember the day we met. 29th January, 2010.
Sherlock: (draft) You had me hooked when you shot the cabbie. 30th January, 2010.
John: (draft) You're wrong, you know. You are a hero. Always were, always will be.
Sherlock: (draft) This is the problem with getting attached to someone. I feel so lost without you.
John: (draft) I did nothing today. That describes my life perfectly now. Empty.
Sherlock: (draft) Sometimes, I just want to look you at you straight in the eye and yell "I'm alive!"
Sherlock: (draft) I'm really scared about what will happen after this - Would you forgive me? Would you even remember me?
John: (draft) Why stay in my heart when you can't stay in my life?
Sherlock: (draft) I wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you.
Sherlock: (draft) One more year and I'll come back home. Come back to you. If you still want me, that is.
John: (draft) I'll wait forever. Just so you know.
John: (draft) It started with the butterflies but you could have warned me that it would end in pain.
Sherlock: (draft) I hope someone's looking after you the way I did before.
John: (draft) I'm using the cane again. Never thought I would need it.
John: (draft) Remember that time when our biggest problem was who would get the milk?
Sherlock: (draft) I never told you this, but I didn't need to get high when you were with me. I was high on you. But now...
John: (draft) What if I didn't meet Stamford that day?
Sherlock: (draft) What if I told you how I really felt when I could?
John: (draft) I love you, Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock: (draft) I love you, John Watson.
A/N: There are no words to describe how guilty I feel about my incomplete fics. I'm trying to complete them in their entirety and then post the chapters once a week so you wouldn't have to wait a month for new chapters. For what it's worth, I'm really really sorry.
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