Walk the Battlefield
"Oh!"
Sherlock sighed as Molly jumped. "I assumed that you knew that I was here."
"Sherlock, you haven't been here for months!" Molly said, fumbling to finish pulling on her lab coat. "And what are you doing here? You know..." She dropped her voice. "In the public."
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Molly, this is a hospital staff room. You do not have to lower your voice."
"But everyone thinks you're dead."
"I am aware. I think it's time for my dramatic re-entrance into the living world," Sherlock said dryly, placing his hands into his pockets. "I went to Baker Street and checked John's flat, but I can't seem to find him."
Molly frowned. "Didn't you know?"
Sherlock resisted the urge to sigh in annoyance. "Obviously, Molly, whatever you are speaking of, I do not know about it. Especially if it concerns John. As you mentioned, I haven't been here for months."
"John went back to Afghanistan."
Sherlock's eyebrows knitted together as his lips twitched downwards. "He went back to Afghanistan?"
"Yeah... three months ago. He was called back," Molly said.
Sherlock looked at her intently. "Do you know when he's due back?"
She shook her head. "No... Sorry. He didn't tell me, but we weren't exactly the best of friends even before the fall."
Sherlock's sigh was involuntary. "This... This is a bit not good."
Molly smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry. But you can write him a letter and let him know what's going on..."
"Yeah. 'Dear John, I'm still alive. I'll be at Baker Street and I've bought extra milk. Sherlock' That'll work well, Molly."
"Are you still going to come back, you know, officially?"
Sherlock nodded slowly. "Yes... I have no reason to stay away. And perhaps Mycroft can do something about John..." he trailed off.
Strangely, the enthusiasm he had felt about finally being able to return to London had vanished. It was great to be back but John wasn't here... Odd how his excitement had just vanished without the prospect of his flatmate.
"I'm sure," Molly said cheerfully. "Sherlock?"
Sherlock flickered his gaze back to her.
"I'm glad you're back."
"Yes," Sherlock said shortly as he turned and strode away.
London without John was barely London at all, he decided.
When had he become so sentimental?
Sherlock sighed. Against his better judgement, he was going to have to have a face to face with Mycroft to let him know that he was still alive.
After all, without John, there was little point to his return at all.
New idea for a new AU. Keep in mind, this is just Sherlock's Prologue... the whole of the story hasn't begun. But... I'm sure you can make some possible deductions, my dear Sherlockians. :p
I do not own Sherlock. I would love to hear your thoughts thus far... even though I know there's not much to go on. Does the promise of h/c lure you to stay with it? ;) At least stick around until the end of the next chapter before you decide, please. Thank you.
