Johnlock Songfic Holy Ground, a sherlock fanfic

A/N Hey guys sorry. I know I promised to get chapters up on my big fanfiction on Sundays and Saturdays, but I have been so busy and I LOST THE SECOND CHAPTER AND I AM SO PISSED OFF NOW. Anyway, have some Johnlock to make up for it.

DISCLAIMER! I don't own Sherlock, it belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman, Steven Moffat, BBC One, etc. The song Holy Ground by Taylor Swift belongs to Taylor!

Johnlock Songfic- Holy Ground by Taylor Swift

I was reminiscing just the other day, While having coffee all alone and Lord, it took me away. Back to a first-glance feeling on New York Time. Back when you fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme. Took off faster than a green light "Go". Yeah, you skipped the conversation when you already know. I left a note on the door with a joke we'd made, And that was the first day.

John could remember it all. "Afghanistan or Iraq?", the deductions, the cabs, "welcome to London", laughing in the hallway, the pill, the shot, giggling at a crime scene. That was the first day. And darling, it was good never looking down. And right there where we stood was holy ground. God the rest of the cases were great. Kidnapping? Dull compared to the bomb now strapped to him. Bomb? Oh please try the Woman who can't be read. How about some hallucinations? John chuckled at that. Those fond memories.

Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress, We had this big wide city all to ourselves. We blocked the noise with the sound of 'I need you', And for the first time I had something to lose, And I guess we fell apart in the usual way. And the story's got dust on every page, But sometimes I wonder how you think about it now. And I see your face in every crowd.

The fall. He sees his face in every crowd. How did he cope before? This gaping hole is here. He left. The absence is too much...

Cause darling, it was good never looking down. And right there where we stood was holy ground.

He couldn't stand staying at the grave for too long. It was too much. Way too much for him. Sherlock wasn't there standing beside him. John snorted at that. Sherlock standing on holy ground? Ridiculous. He was lying in it.

Tonight I'm gonna dance for all that we've been through. But I don't wanna dance if I'm not dancing with you. Tonight I'm gonna dance like you were in this room. But I don't wanna dance if I'm not dancing with you,

John didn't want to live. It wasn't possible to live without Sherlock. Not now. It was good never looking down. And right there where we stood was holy ground. "John. John I'm back" Those were the words he heard Sherlock say when he walked through the door three years later. Then John remembers punching him, patching him up, hugging him, letting him get yelled at when Lestrade came around, and he remembers them just laughing and catching up. For some reason, they managed to slip right back into Sherlock&John and not deal with all the awkwardness (that was released when he was punched and when John didn't save him from Lestrade's wrath). They went back to being two sides of a whole.