A Study In Sherlock
By: Melanie Miller
Chapter One:
John was napping in his chair in his flat at 221B Baker Street. All of sudden he was awakened by a strange and unfamiliar noise. He realized it was a text alert on his phone. No one texted him anymore, not since Sherlock had died. He picked up his phone and looked at the screen. It was definitely a text. He hit the button to bring up his messages. There was a message from a number that he didn't recognize. The message was simple. "Meet me at the Brindisa at 7pm." The Brindisa was the place Sherlock had taken him when they were investigating the Taxi Murders in A Study In Pink. John was puzzled. Not many people knew about that restaurant. John looked at his watch, it was 4:00 pm. He was a little bored. John decided to go for a walk.
Finally, the time came for John to go out. He took a long shower and picked his clothes with care. Even though he had no idea who he was meeting for dinner. The time cam for him to leave, thankfully it wasn't a long walk from the flat to the restaurant. He pushed open the door and said hello to the host. "John Watson, I'm supposed to be meeting someone here." "Right this way sir." John sat down and asked for some water. He then started looking at the menu. As John was looking at the menu, he heard a familiar voice say, "Hello John." John shook his head, it couldn't be Sherlock. Sherlock was dead. Then, he looked up from the menu. There standing before him, was indeed Sherlock. Shock was the primary emotion that registered. He didn't know whether to jump up and hug the man he considered his best friend or to punch him.
"Sherlock, is that you?" John said quietly. There was so much emotion in John's voice, Sherlock could hear it."Yes John." "But I watched you die, I mourned for you." Sherlock took a minute before answering John. "I faked my death to protect you, it was the only way to get Moriarty to call off his hired guns."" You, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade had high-powered rifles pointed at the three of you." John sat there stunned. He never knew about the guns. "Sit down Sherlock, please." Sherlock sat across from John, even though he had a hard time controlling his emotions. He didn't like to show emotion, he felt that it made one weak. But this one time, it was so hard to look at John. Basically, John had become his reason for living. Everything he had done was for John. To keep John, his one true friend alive. And he had made John angry at him.
For John, it was a mixture of shock, anger, happiness and a little bit of sadness."John, maybe we should just enjoy dinner and continue our conversation back at the flat." "Sherlock, you never eat." " That's usually when I'm working, but I'm not working at the moment." "Right now I'm in the company of my one true friend.," Sherlock said quietly. "What did you say Sherlock?" "I don't think I heard you right," John said amazed. Was it true what Sherlock had said?
"John, don't make a big scene," Sherlock said. "I'm saying that you are my one true friend." John was shocked. Sherlock himself had said that he didn't have friends. " Oh, don't look so shocked John." " You are my one true friend, I realized it when I saw how you were talking to my grave, and it made me sad." "Yes, I am capable of emotion." Sherlock sat with is hands together under his nose, his thinking pose." You saw me?" John asked."Yes, I was there hiding, and I heard everything you said." "It was quite moving, it made me stop seeing you as my blogger and as a true friend."