Addiction- Chapter 1

A/N: This one has been nagging me for ages. Thought I might as well write it. It's for LozyCatt and AmyMcElchar on twitter for reasons they know.

It had been two months since he had jumped. Two months since he had left the people he cared about most, behind. He had never thought he would feel the way he did now. It had been the only way out of a difficult situation.

Sherlock sat in an armchair silently watching the fire burn down. He was staying at a country pub where no one would pay the slightest bit of attention to him. Boredom swept over him and it was becoming more difficult to repress the feeling of need which was building up inside. Before the Fall John was the one who had helped him to cope or Mrs Hudson. Now there was nobody and the nagging in his mind grew stronger each day.

He had left that part of his life behind him and he did not wish to revisit it but he felt like he was being slowly cornered and this was the only chance of escape. He pulled out his phone and began to type.

Old place. Same time. SH

He pressed send. He had no idea why he was doing this except for the fact that he believed it would ease the pain. Pain? Emotions were taking over…his façade was crumbling. The great Sherlock Holmes had been reduced to the realms of ordinary. Moriarty had said it on the roof and now he understood. He was just like everyone else. Floating through life with nothing to do except watch T.V. and complain.

"Excuse me Sir but could you help me?" Sherlock jumped hoping that the speaker did not realise who he was.

"Sorry what?" Sherlock replied rather abruptly. He turned to find an old lady standing looking rather apologetic. He regretted his tone and apologised immediately. The old woman had simply needed someone to help her to her room with her bags. Sherlock obliged and was glad of the distraction while he waited for a reply to his text.

He didn't have to wait long as he felt his mobile vibrate after returning to his chair.

Bring cash.

This was it. He felt a nervous excitement build in his stomach which had been absent for such a long time now. He stepped out into the country air and found a taxi close by. His old haunt was not too far away from the village he had chosen. Maybe that was part of the reason he had come. Lestrade had found him here some years ago, a very different man to the one who was solving crimes only two months ago.

He gave the cabby the address and watched the houses disappear to reveal a not so pleasant harbour area beyond. It was like a mini London in a way. Drunks and addicts slouched in grimy bars while passers-by raced past in case trouble found them.

Sherlock paid the driver and told him there was no need to wait. He wouldn't be leaving here any time soon, of that he was certain. He strode over to the dealer he had texted. He was still the same, hi hair a little greyer and his teeth more rotten than before.

"Well well well Sherlock…this is a turn up…" the man began.

"Just give it to me Jack!" Sherlock interrupted. Jack consented as he remembered how Sherlock could punch when he was angry. Sherlock pulled the packet from his hand and headed to a more abandoned area. If he was going to do this right he didn't want an audience. He didn't want the world to know what he had become without John, Mrs Hudson, or even Lestrade.

A/N: Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Should I continue?