This is my new johnlock one-shot. I love Sherlock on BBC.
3rd person
It was a cold snowy day and john was looking out his window. His heart still bleeding for Sherlock. It was Christmas. Usually the room would be filled with the sound of the violin. It wasn't and it may never be again.
He wasn't meant to show his emotions but he just couldn't help it. He missed his crazy friend and he would never believe he was evil. He would never believe he lied. John couldn't bear to be in the house any longer. So he told Mrs. Hudson that he was going out. He knew where he was going. He would go to the only place he could think of. The grave.
John was clutching his tightly wrapped present for Sherlock. He was going to put it by his grave. It was the hat that Sherlock wore. He didn't know what he was expecting to see. But what he saw on this grave would stay with him forever.
It was Sherlock. He was there. In real life. John couldn't believe his eyes. He was shocked. He did the only thing he could think of and ran straight to Sherlock. He pulled him into a tight embrace. John was sobbing. His tears where staining Sherlock's coat but he didn't care. Even Sherlock let a tea fall. He missed his blogger and friend.
Sherlock noticed that john was 14lb slimmer than usual and was having constant nightmares.
"My john. I missed you so much." Sherlock pulled out the hug and told him.
"Oh Sherlock it's been so quiet. I hate it. Oh here a present for you." John gave him the present. Sherlock let out a small smile and opened it. There was the hat. Sherlock put it on and muttered the only thing that seemed appropriate.
"Merry Christmas john."