This was written before The Empty Hearse was released, so it may not match up.

Muse

John doubted he would've enjoyed blogging if it hadn't been for Sherlock. Nothing else happened in his life - well, except the war, and he certainly wasn't going to write about that.

Then he met Sherlock, and everything was excited and he just had to get it out. So he started blogging. And, to his surprise, he liked it. He enjoyed telling people about the wild adventures that Sherlock led him into. There was no doubt about it: Sherlock was his muse.

Of course, there were some things about their adventures that were absolutely not fit for John's blog.

Wrong

Many times, John suggested something, and Sherlock said he was wrong. He didn't do it to be rude, no matter what the Yarders thought. He just had to say the right answer.

It didn't bother John, but sometimes he worried. He worried that Sherlock would get bored (How Sherlock got bored...) with John and leave him for someone who was right more often. Someone like Sherlock.

Sherlock, if he knew how John felt, would have assured him that he was smarter than most people.

Because although John wasn't as smart as Sherlock, he was as close as anyone could be.

Key

The key to 221B Baker Street had never been a subject of issue. Since Sherlock and John had lived together as flatmates first, they had skipped the awkward stage of dating and transitioned smoothly to romance (Or something like it).

"You're living with him?" A new doctor asked one pub night when John mentioned a habit of Sherlock's. "How long have you been seeing the guy?"

John though about it. "Few months, I s'pose. We were flatmates for a while before that. Thought he was dead for two years," he added.

It was an unusual situation, but it suited them.

Trap

Logically, Sherlock knew it was a trap. He knew there would be someone strapped to the bomb, and that there would be someone waiting for him. He also knew it would be Moriarty, and he was willing to risk the trap to find out who he was.

But then there was John. There was John, about to blow up, and Sherlock thought maybe he wasn't willing to die for this. Maybe this man was enough to make Sherlock Holmes change. Make him not only a great man, but a good one.

And maybe - just maybe - Sherlock wanted to.

India

One of the first places Sherlock traveled to when he was in hiding dismantling Moriarty's web was India.

India was beautiful, but Sherlock couldn't enjoy it. It seemed everywhere he went, he saw John: The best friend he lied to, the best friend he loved.

He saw a man with a limp and cane in the market. A doctor on the street, an ex-soldier in a restaurant. Even a jumper in a shop brought pangs.

The majority of what Sherlock was doing was waiting. He couldn't help thinking that maybe he could bear it if he could just stop remembering.

I wrote this while I still shipped Johnlock, though my enthusiasm has faded since then. There is another round ready that will by posted next Tuesday, 2/11.
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