The date was May 4th. John Watson walked down the busy London street with a slight spring in his step. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone, to send Peter a text.
"On my way back to the flat. Need anything?"
Almost instantly the reply came.
"No. Thanks anyway, mate. There's a man here, says he needs to see you. You should hurry. -PM"
John stopped for a moment and looked quizzically at the text. He decided that it wasn't a big deal, and continued to walk. He turned onto Baker street and hurried to the flat, curiosity overtaking him. John Watson jogged up the stairs and opened the door to 221b.
Two years prior to this date, John Watson met a man named Peter Morgan in a pub on a Tuesday night. John sat on a stool, brooding over his drink.
"Bach?"
John looked around the bar and saw that he wasn't alone. There was one other person there. A tall rugged man sitting a few seats over.
"Excuse me?" said John.
"Bach," repeated the man, "you were humming..."
John looked at the man with cocked his head to the side and chuckled to himself.
"I guess I was. Thanks? For uh…noticing, I suppose."
John took a long drink and leaned forward.
"My name's Peter, by the way. Peter Morgan." Peter moved to shake John's hand. John took his hand and shook it firmly.
"John Watson. Pleased to meet you."
Peter looked at John with disbelief and laughed to himself.
"John Watson…THE John Watson? It's a pleasure! I was a huge fan of your blog, before," Peter paused, "w- well, you know. Before…"
John smiled. He had had this happen to him countless times in the past. He knew how to handle it without breaking down.
"Yeah, it's fine. Thanks." John tried to relieve the tension, "So, you're a fan of Bach?"
Peter sat next to John and smiled, "No, not really. My old flat mate was, though. He was absolutely mental about classical music, played it all the time. Drove me up the wall."
"Ah, mine did as well. I didn't think it was too bad." John chuckled. He hadn't talked about Sherlock in such a casual way in a while.
"You know, you are a fortunate man for knowing Sherlock Holmes , and just between you and I," Peter leaned in towards John, "I don't think he was a fake. If you don't mind me saying, I think that Sherlock Holmes was one of the most brilliant men that ever lived."
John smiled, and felt a wave of relief and sadness wash over him. Peter leaned back and almost fell off of his chair. John could tell that he was a bit drunk but carried on chatting with him for hours. Finally, the bartender told them that they needed to leave. Peter stood up and wavered a bit. John moved to steady him, and helped him to a cab.
"Here's my number, mate. Gimme a text, or a call, or whatever, you know, if you ever want to chat or whatever you need, really, mate." Peter slurred. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from his jacket pocket and scribbled his number down. John accepted it and thanked Peter, wishing him a good night. When the cab finally drove away, John turned and walked back to 221b Baker street. He walked up the stairs, into the flat and flipped the light switch. He was still enveloped in darkness. He did this a few more times and sighed. He felt his way through the flat until he found the couch, and fell onto it.
Damn electricity bill, he thought to himself, need more money…need a new flat mate.
John dozed off, with the piece of paper still in his hand.
Alright, there's the first chapter! I will probably post another tomorrow.
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