My first Sherlock fanfic! I had just recently began watching the series, and I'm already in dire need of the next season! But Sherlock's "death". Sort of a mystery surrounding it, yes?
Two years later. John's getting married. If Sherlock were to come back, how would be fit in John's life with a wife by his side? Would he even come back?
Read and review please :) I made this first bit short just to stir up some emotions revolving around "the Fall".
Oh, and yeah, I don't own a thing besides the ideas. Though I wish I owned Benedict Cumberbatch...
Ella Thompson was stunned. Baffled, to say the least. This? Him? Here? Now? She hadn't watched the news in ages. Whatever he wanted to speak about, it looked as if it had been boiling in his stomach for months on end.
Two years, to be exact. Two years and three months, to be on pinpoint. But John Watson knew better. He knew that it had been two years, three months, and six days.
The death of his best friend. Oh, was that a large one. It melted his conscious thoughts whenever it rose to the surface. He tried not to think about it, he really did. But it had just been recent that he was forced to dig through boxes upon boxes in his friend's old room. Most of it had been put into storage, but Mrs. Hudson didn't have the heart to take everything.
Besides, most of things in that flat were Sherlock's.
"John?" Ella, the less than helpful therapist, asked rather loudly. John blinked several times, trying to focus his vision as his eyes wandered towards the woman in the plush chair. She had a light smile etched across her face.
Why is she smiling?
"I came to talk about Sherlock." He muttered, knotting his hands together on his lap as he cleared his throat. He didn't want to say anymore. Ella had clearly seen the videos about the fall since John's last visit. She just didn't expect him to come back after so long to speak about it. She was wrong about the news in a few ways. Yes, she knew about the fall off the hospital's roof, but that hadn't been until John came to speak about it. She stayed away from tabloids and news reports. They didn't help fill any desires of hers, so it was merely a pass time she didn't have time for.
Ella scrunched up her nose and scribbled something on her notepad. "All right," she said simply, waiting for him to continue. By now she knew John wasn't meant to be pushed into saying what he felt, he'd say it in his own time.
"I'm getting married."
"How's that about Sherlock, then?" Ella questioned, lifting a thoughtful eyebrow at her client. He was rubbing his thumbs together.
"He won't be there."