Valentine's Day Prompt
Image prompt from Tumblr. -isavamp(dot)tumblr(dot)com(slash)post(slash)17564880224(slash)happy-valentines-day-john
Just replace the dots with full stops and slashes with /.
I own neither Sherlock (BBC) or the prompt, both belong to the respected creator/author/everything else.
[ anything] = Memory.
" Anything" = Thoughts.
Walking downstairs, he picked up the mail, checking it before sighing, running a hand through his hair and walking back upstairs.
Sighing to himself, he noticed a flash of pink in the corner of his eye and stared at it curiously.
Approaching it, he picked it up, tilting his head to the side. "A cardboard heart? What... A bomb? But it's to light for a bomb."
Opening it slowly, his eyes widened as he noticed the pink phone. Stumbling, he watched as a flashback played in his mind.
[" See you written up the taxi driver case,"
"Uhmm, yes." He glanced at Sherlock slightly, pacing back and forth before sitting down in his chair.
"'A Study In Pink' Nice." He heard the almost sarcasm in Sherlock's voice and looked at him confused.
"Well, you know, a pink lady, pink case, pink phone. There was a lot of pink. Did you like it?" ]
Shaking his head again, he looked at it sadly. "Again? There's no note... Who sent it?"
Picking it up, he unlocked the phone, just glancing at it before his eyes widened, looking at the texts that appeared.
I saw you at the bus stop
SH
That brand is not good. Don't buy it.
SH
I miss your coffee.
SH
Lonely dinner?
SH
Did Mrs Hudson clear my room?
SH
Still nothing updated on your blog.
SH
Do you miss me?
SH
He stared at the texts, thinking it was some sort of joke.
Feeling something wet slip down his face, he reached up, surprised as he brought his fingers away, noticing the tear slide down his finger.
The tears fell onto the screen of the phone and he wiped them away using his sleeve.
He shook his head, rubbing at his eyes and hid his head in his sleeve, trying to stop the tears from falling.
Happy Valentine's Day, John. Open the door for me.
SH
He heard the tune of the phone play and looked at it shocked, noticing the new text.
With renewed energy, he ran downstairs and opened the door, noticing the figure in the doorway smile at him.
Throwing himself at the man, he grabbed hold of the man's coat, crying into the shirt.
"N-Never leave again, I n-need you," He muttered, stuttering slightly at he looked at the man.
The man smiled at him, holding him close and moving back into the flat, placing the flowers on the side.
"P-please don't leave again Sherlock," He muttered, feeling his energy start to leave him, eyes trying to shut but he forced them open.
"Sleep John, I'll be here when you wake up," Sherlock smiled, keeping a tight hold of him.
He felt his eyes shut involuntarily, nudging into Sherlock's chest.
Sherlock smiled, holding him in his arms and stroking his hair.
"I'll never leave you again John, I promise," Sherlock muttered into his ear, smiling softly at John.
AN: *le shrug* It's Valentine's Day, I felt like writing something and saw this picture on Tumblr.