AN: Thought it was about time I wrote another Sherlock story :) All in John's POV
It's All Fine
It's good. Everything's good, quite calm actually. It's nice.
Sherlock came back a few months ago. With Mycroft, which I thought was a bit weird. After my initial anger had died down, Mycroft talked to me. We talked for a long time. He explained why Sherlock had left and what he had done in his time away. At first I was mad that Sherlock never told me all this himself. But I was glad that he was back and I knew why he had been gone, so I didn't push it. Our delicate friendship was already on the rocks and I didn't want to tip it over into the sea over something minor.
That was why I began overlooking things. More than I did before. I noticed that he slept much more often, and he enjoyed food more also. He was friendlier too, and that was nice, of course. But still, it was weird. I never asked about it or mentioned it to him-he was Sherlock. Sherlock didn't like being asked about those sorts of things.
We stopped going out soon after he came back. I mean, we go outside. But not to cases. We go to cafés and restaurants and grocery stores, but never to a crime scene. I can't tell you how much I miss them. The excitement of a chase, the sense of satisfaction as you clap on the handcuffs. But Sherlock is content to tinker in the kitchen, experimenting, and I'm okay with that. Lestrade still visits occasionally. Even Anderson came by once soon after he returned, he was all apologetic and everything. Sherlock was polite to them both, but I could tell he didn't like them in the flat. I've sort of lost contact with the rest of the Yard.
He still plays violin till three in the morning, some things never change I guess. And he leaves body parts in the fridge, but always hygienically sealed. No more heads just sitting on the shelf anymore. I kinda miss it.
I use to hate how I would come home from work and find the flat covered in white foam because Sherlock had set the sofa on fire, or the floor all sticky because he hadn't cleaned up an experiment properly. But now when I come home Sherlock's always sitting on the sofa watching TV, exactly as I left him. He watches Doctor Who now. He once said he hated the illogicality of it all. Just recently he told me he loved all the different monsters, seems he changed his mind. I usually watch it with him; sometimes he doesn't understand the plots.
I asked Mrs Hudson to come round for afternoon tea and biscuits the other day. As Sherlock prepared her cup, chattering about an experiment of his, she looked at me with the saddest eyes.
Because it is sad to see a man who's lost his mind, but it's tragic when he'd convinced himself he's sane.
AN: This will most likely end up being a multi-chapter story, but I want to hear what you guys think of before I put too much effort into it. Should I continue it? Please leave a review for me!