Article for the London's Times
Sherlock: The Man or Fake? By K. M. Morgan
"He is not a fake!" It is called the yell heard around the world. After the troubling news that the well know Sherlock Holmes faked all of his famous cases broke, the world was shattered. Sherlock's many followers and fans say there was no way he faked all those cases, he was the genius solving them and saving lives. Some call him a hero. One person who knew Sherlock the best was John Watson, unfortunately Mr. Watson would not speak to us on this subject. We did receive a lot of information off Mr. Watson's blog. The many cases and the very witty tittles showed us that Sherlock, if he did not fake the cases, truly was a master mind. Or maybe this is the evidence we needed to see that shows he was the evil mastermind behind them the entire time….
John could not even finish the article. How could they? They didn't know him!
Even I didn't know him….
John's heart could not take anymore. Every sound, song, word and though made him think of Sherlock Yet he still found himself reading and rereading newspapers. Did he think by reading them he could bring Sherlock back?
Of course not
John had already ripped the rest of the article off. For some reason he really wanted to find it again. He searched everywhere for it, all most franticly like his life deepened on it.
Found it!
Johns heart sank remembering what the article said in the first place. Underneath the coffee cup stains and tear makes it read.
…..Some say we are better off without him. Most of the reports say Sherlock committed suicide because he could not face the sham of his crimes. This reporter believes Sherlock jumped to prove he made up the crimes and really did enjoy taking other people's lives in his hands. Holding life and death, knowing only he could kill or save. This shows us the true man behind the name "Sherlock". Let us feel a little safer knowing the threat to our everyday lives will never see the light of day again.
Anger filled John's body when he read the last line. "Will never see the light of day again" They talked like he was a rabid dog being put down for his own good. How dare they!
If I ever meet this Kay Morgan I swear she will get a piece of my mind and my fist too. John thought. All thought he knew he would not seek the writer out to harm her.
For the first time in two years after the fall, jump, John had let himself break down for more than a few minutes. Not this time. Crying so hard John fell to the floor. Not caring that he was slumped over in the middle of the living room. The only thought that passed through his head was "thank God Ms. Hudson was out", not to seeing him lose control and maybe even his mind.
Falling asleep after his break down John finds some peace in his dream, the only place he seems to find any anymore.
"John, John wake up. Dear Lord! John are you all right? Please John! JOHN!" hearing the scared strained voice of Ms. Hudson John awoke with a jump. Ms. Hudson was standing over him, with a look for fight on her face. After reassuring Ms. Hudson he was find and not ill in any way John got up and made tea for the both of them in the downstairs kitchen.
The silence between them was deifying, other than the here and there "are you sure you are ok?" from Ms. Hudson there was no talking at all. Ms. Hudson's sad face was enough to tear John's heart out. He hated seeing her so sad every day, like nothing made her happy anymore. The adventure of the days with Sherlock was long passed for both of them. John excused himself with some lame lie about a therapy meeting knowing full well that Ms. Hudson knew he stopped going last year. Ms. Hudson let him with a nod and a forced smile.
John could not stand to see her so sad. For two years she never seemed to get over the fact that the excitement that Sherlock lived in was gone, like John. If John could ever Hate Sherlock this would be the reason, not seeing Ms. Hudson smile. But John knew he would never hate Sherlock. It took Sherlock's death and knowing he would never just walk back through the flat anymore to make John see that he loved him. Why did he not tell him? John could answer that right off the bat. He was too scared of what Sherlock would have said "married to his work". John could not think about the past anymore. He had to move on. He had to go to work tomorrow.