Hello weary fanfiction searcher! I've been toying with this idea for a bit now, it is a companion piece to another that I will be posting afterwards. As it is this one will have seven short chapters. I suggest listening to "Million Dollar Man" by Lana Del Rey while reading, or just after. I decided to break up the chapters so that the reader could choose to focus on the parts of the song relevant to each chapter. Most contain two lines from the song per chapter. Please note I am not using every single line of the song, which honestly is because I wasn't sure how to work it into the story in a way I was all for. If you have any suggestions I'll eat them up.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I the creator of any characters below from "Sherlock", that remains property of the BBC, Mark Gatiss, and Steven Moffat. And since the rights to the Sherlock world are now public domain, a shout-out to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. That's correct, I just shouted-out a knight.
I do not own nor am I the creator of any lyrics from the song "Million Dollar Man," that remains the property of Lana Del Rey, Interscope, Polydor, and Stranger.
John's Point of View,
Pre-"The Reichenbach Fall"
-You said I was the most exotic flower-
You said, "This is what I said before, John. I meant it, I don't have friends. I've just got one."
How a man as brilliant as you-how no one else could see that brilliance and not fall in lo- and not be awed, is beyond me. How on Earth could you have no other friends? I've heard from Mrs Hudson, Mycroft, Lestrade, Donovan, Molly, the baker down the street, and any other you care to name, that Sherlock Holmes does not have friends.
Well, you've proved them wrong again, that ought to make your ego dance.
You are the best friend I have ever had, and I say that with no guilt. Why me though? I'm plain, ordinary, nothing exciting ever happened around me, I was just a typical 'returned from combat' soldier.
When did you decide you wanted me as your flat-mate? You even knew I was moving in before I did.
There is nothing special about me, I'm not like you. But I'm the only person that you count as a friend? (I am sure Molly, Mrs Hudson, Lestrade, maybe more, count you as some kind of friend to them, but you don't count them as your friend.)
It doesn't-Why would-For crying out lou-
I don't get it Sherlock, I don't understand why you don't drive me away.
Maybe it's because you know you're the only thing that got me going after I got back from war. My therapist wasn't helping, the military wasn't helping, my blog wasn't helping, my sister wasn't helping, I wasn't helping.
You told me that there are no heroes in the real life, and if there were, you wouldn't be one of them. You're wrong Sherlock Holmes, there are heroes, (real heroes, not the people who only think they are heroes ) who believe they are heroes and willingly fight for what they believe in, and there are heroes who will never realize what they do.
Now we know which one you are.
-I don't know how you convince them and get them boy, I don't know what you do. It's unbelievable-
I have seen you outsmart and out wit criminal after criminal, even if you aren't always spot on, you convince them and trick them into giving themselves away.
And, I have no idea how you do this. What is it that you do? Where, where did you learn how to do it? You are constantly pulling the wool over someone's eyes, be it Moriarty or some lackey criminal. Or to trick me with something daft...
It's fucking amazing. God Sherlock! How can you be so brilliant?
You don't happen to someone like me.
Sherlock Holmes doesn't happen to John Watson.
Review's and PM's Be welcome! I should have the next chapter typed up by the 23rd. Right now everything is in my notebook.