DISCLAIMER: I do not own any people, places or things in these fics. All I own are the words :-)
1 Conversation
"Sherlock. My leg's hurting again. The old wound from Afghanistan, you know. But it's okay, a cuppa tea will do the trick." John patted down his white hair and gazed into Sherlock's smiling blue-green eyes, curving his lips as he saw the detective's thin-lipped smile, the smile-wrinkles around his eyes creasing as he smiled.
"Sherlock, the Asda check-out really doesn't agree with me, you know? It took me half an hour to buy the milk today."
"Sherlock, I saw Greg outside in the park today. He's doing well, you know? His wife and his children are all doing nice."
"Sherlock, I went to see Mrs. Hudson's grave. Somebody put flowers on it. How nice of him, isn't it?"
"Sherlock."
"Sherlock…"
"Sherlock…?"
"Sherlock, may I kiss you goodnight?"
With trembling weathered hands John Watson brought the picture of his smiling long-lost love to his lips and kissed the icy frame. "Good night, Sherlock."
Ohhhkayyyy... I know this one's a bit short, but there'll be longer ones I promise :-)
Please be lenient about grammar mistakes 'cause I'm not a native speaker and neither is my computer :-(
My first published fanfic please please please don't kill me for making Johnlock a tragedy! I'm just feeling super Shakespearian and un-fluffy!
Read and review please! -Ctenophore.D