If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be there a-holding my hand
I keep you by my side with my superhuman might
Kryptonite
Sherlock was thinking, as usual. More like musing really, musing about John. Sherlock knew that his habits were unorthodox, and that he
wasn't the same as most people in the way he showed emotion, or possibly even how and when he felt it. He knew most people believed him
to be insane, thought of him as a freak. For the longest time he had always believed that, but John had seen him, seen his quirks, and he had
implied that Sherlock was a hero. John hadn't called him a freak, but had complimented his skill, referring to it as fantastic. Even
after Sherlock had faked his death John had remained. When Sherlock came back he wasn't really sure that he would still be there to help
him. He wasn't sure John would still be his friend; Sherlock wasn't used to the concept of friendship, having only one. But when John found
out he was alive he continued helping Sherlock with cases; he continued being his friend. Sherlock knew that if John were ever in danger he
would do everything in his power to save him. He just wouldn't be the same without John there by his side. John shows Sherlock what
caring means, and what emotion is like, and what life is all about. Sherlock knows he wouldn't die without John per say, but that without him
he wouldn't exactly be living. At least not living to his full potential, and he would lose his only connection to people. He would revert back to
his cold, seemingly anti-social ways. John is Sherlock's form of krptonite, or rather the loss of him would be. John is the only person that truly accepts Sherlock
for who he is, for how he lives. When everyone calls
him freak, John calls him brilliant.