Another Year, Another Blog
Set: Post TRF
Warnings: Angst, Depression, Previous character death.
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Sherlock, John & company belong to ACD, & the BBC. I just get to play with the characters minds!
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AN: I haven't seen the final episode of Season 2 as yet, it doesn't screen here (in Oz) for another week. So I apologize if this doesn't quite fit with where the Reichenbach story leaves off. Hopefully it's okay, though! Please review!
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The Personal Blog of Dr. John H. Watson
24th July, 2014:
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So.
Another blog entry, Ella.
First in … oh, about two years, isn't it?
… "Well obviously, John. I was hoping for something a bit more substantial than that!"
That's what Sherlock would have commented – probably right in the middle of my actual text, too!
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Bit pathetic, that.
Making up imaginary conversations with my dead, flatmate!
Seems to be all I do these days – talking to dead people. They are so much more interesting than the living.
Unlike the kid in that movie a decade or so ago though, I don't see dead people, I talk to them … and imagine they talk back!
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But I guess that's one reason you wanted me to write again, isn't it?
This blog gives you a free access to my rampant psychoses that you wouldn't get in our sessions!
A bit not good – but not entirely unexpected.
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So…
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Just so you know just how far I've progressed since our previous appointment, Ella, I had a nice long chat with Mary last evening!
Resolved a few things. Finished off a bottle of Cabernet – her favourite.
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You remember Mary, don't you?
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My wife.
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My three months dead wife.
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The wife who kept me sane when I was in melt-down after that obscure little drama with Sherlock two years ago!
The wife to whom I was blissfully, stereotypically happily married for an entire fifteen months!
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Ironic isn't it?
My Mary … dying of the same thing that would have killed that murderous cab driver in my ever first case with Sherlock.
Karma even, you could say.
"Jefferson Hope. My Part in His Downfall!" - and other tall tales!
How's that for a title for my autobiography?
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You know, more than anything else, it was Mary who got me over Sherlock's death when I wanted to just give up.
She got me involved in the volunteer clinic down near Vauxhall Arches. Forced me to keep in touch with his homeless network. Got me to apply for the part-time position at Bart's.
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She got my life back on track and gave me a purpose.
And now because of a worn section of an otherwise obscure artery in her brain, it's all gone!
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Everything's gone.
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Again.
Well. The emotional side of this life anyway.
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The world keeps revolving, I keep getting older. My friends and family keep dying.
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I've shut down.
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It's pointless.
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Life is pointless.
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… DELETE …