Addicted

i dont own any character, i promise.

Watson was married today. Of course he invited me to his wedding, but did I go? Heavens no. I was too angry at him. Why, you may ask. Because he broke a promise, a promise made long ago on a case that I had forbade him to publish, even though he had probably written it down. But it didn't matter, he still broke his promise and I was still mad. Very mad. Yes, yes you may say it childish, but I don't think so. Who brake promises anyway!

Weeks went by without me seeing or talking to Watson. I let myself slip into depression. I hardly ate, didn't go out, just didn't do anything. I never knew that when Watson left I would be so lonely and depressed. It was amazing. In my interpretation of Watson he was a drug. An addiction. It was amazing, and sudden withdrawal from any drug usually does have devastating effects and usually a depression. Of course being suddenly introduced to the drug again can be dangerous too.

It had been a quiet, cloudy day, just like every other day for weeks. My senses had dulled so I didn't here the foot falls on the stairs. Suddenly there was knocking at the door. I groaned.

"Go away! I don't want any visitors!"

"Holmes, It's me! Watson!"

Watson. That was the only word that registered to my dulled brain. I got up and slowly made my way to the door. I opened it a crack and the first thing my mind registered were those wonderful eyes of my friend. I opened the door to see the figure of Watson. My Watson. Though I didn't smile on the inside I felt the utmost joy.

"Watson. It's nice to see you again. please come in."

We walked in together and sat in the chairs that were ours. I couldn't believe I saw my old friend back in our rooms. Though on the outside my features were emotionless, on the inside I had different emotions going in a whirl wind.

"Holmes, well it's nice to see you again too. I've missed you you know."

He said he missed me. I could almost smile.

"Well I've been busy.", I said and I couldn't believe I said those words. I wanted to tell him I've missed him so much and it's been so depressing here without him and I've turned away dozens of cases because my Watson had gone.

"Oh. I guess you would be. So what have you been busy with?"

"Cases and such.", I said, a complete and total lie. More like passing each day thinking about him and missing him and wishing he were back with me instead of with his wife. Yes she loves him, but who loved him first? Me! That's who. He was like a brother to me and when he left it felt like me brother had disappeared forever.

"Oh. Well I guess you're doing well without me."

"It's all right." More like I haven't been on a case since you left and have even cried because I realized you weren't there at night.

"Well, If you need me, Mary's going to visit her sister for a week and I haven't had any clients for a bit and I doubt I'll have any for a while."

I swear I thought I was going to burst with joy. But I didn't have a case. What could I do?

Just then came to the door and opened it.

", a telegraph just came for you."

She handed to me and it turned out Lestrade had sent it. It talked about the murder of an upstanding government official with hardly any clues as to what happened. These are the times when I think fate has a heart.

"Well Watson, are you up for a case?"

"With the utmost joy Holmes.", he said, a smile forming on his face.

"Well get your hat and coat. We may be able to get to the eleven o'clock train yet!"

At least I would be able to have my Watson back, if only for a little while.

That was a better success then most of my stories. so im happy!