So this is a bit different from my regular style, but I like it so.. Here it is :)

Inspired by the song Somewhere Out There from the movie An American Tale.

Warnings: Mild spoilers for The Reichenbach Fall. No Slash! Just strong friendship and brotherly love.

Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and his friends were created by ACD and their modern counterparts belong to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and BBC.

Wash face
Brush teeth
Put on pyjamas
Make a wish
Go to bed

It had become a routine now, every night John would do the same things in the same order.
He sat quietly on the end of his bed, staring out at the dark blue sky. It's was surprisingly clear out tonight, like the night he and Sherlock had tracked down the Golem in the Vauxhall arches. Beautiful

"I still miss you Sherlock." John sighed. He closed the curtain and crawled under his cold sheets.
"Every time I get a text I look at my phone, expecting it to be you telling me to come meet you in some obscure location and to bring my gun. Could be dangerous, that's how you'd put it. And I'd come, of course I would. You were my best friend, Sherlock. You still are.
Maybe this is all some horrible joke. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and find you draped across the sofa with my laptop, correcting all the mistakes in my latest blog post. Oh God, please let this all be just a bad dream."
John squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to stop the hot tears that threatened to spill over.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Thousands of miles away, Sherlock sat on a small cot on the floor of his temporary hide-away. He gazed up through a fairly large hole in the roof at the bright sky, trying to remember what John had told him about the various constellations. He'd deleted most of it.
"I miss you John." Sherlock said aloud, feeling slightly foolish. "I didn't think I would, emotions are not my strong suit. I suppose I must care about you more than I thought I did. Ha! Mycroft would not approve, I must remember to tell him when I get back."
He lied back on the rough blankets and sighed, pulling his ragged leather coat closer around himself.
"I'll come back soon, John. Only one more, then I can come home. Home... I've never called any place home before; nothing has ever felt truly like a home to me. It's not really 221b either is it, it's you. You, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, even Mycroft would be better company than the morons I've been dealing with lately. Well, maybe not."

Sherlock curled under the thin blanket, his racing mind finally turning off for the first time in days.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Up in the sky the moon shone brightly, looking down on the two friends. One crying himself to sleep, the other giving in to pure exhaustion, at last.

A wish is a hope, a prayer, a belief in something that seems impossible.
But since when have either of them let the impossible stand in their way.

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Jfreak