This is my second fanfic. I'm not really one for writing, but I had this amazing RP session with an awesome chick on Omegle, and I just had to turn it into a fanfic. The real conversation we had won't begin until chapter 2, but I figured setting the mood is good too :) I hope you like it and please R&R!

It was a cloudy day. The thermometer showed a temperature of 12°C, a little colder than what would usually be the temperature of London around that time of year. John was waddling around the apartment, feeling a bit empty. He had recently quit his job as a clinic doctor (he didn't get fired this time) because he had what seemed to be a burn out. Indeed, since Sherlock had died, his life had become incredibly boring. He had to get a boring job as a boring doctor in a boring clinic with a boring- You get my point.

He'd decided to get a 'normal' job to get rid of his mourning thoughts of Sherlock. It occupied him so much that, by the time he would come home, he'd be completely exausted and go straight to bed. He refused to let go of the flat he shared with his friend, and quite cherished his place at 221B Baker street. With his new job, he could afford to pay the rent for the second floor of the building. Ms. Hudson also invited him downstairs to have supper with her occasionally, as they had become much closer since the event that so shocked John's life. Had it really been 3 years already?

John sighed heavily. He finally understood the state of mind of his friend when he was bored. I mean, John would have shot the wall too, if it meant procurring him temporary amusement, but he didn't, since he thought it disrespectful to Ms. Hudson's building. Well, that and the fact he didn't have a gun anymore.

When Sherlock died, John tried to get rid of as much evidence of the eccentric man's life as he could, before quickly regretting his actions, having nearly nothing of his friend to hold on to. He would have loved to keep Sherlock's scarf and long coat, but they would probably have been the first things he would have thrown out.

But things had settled down, and John had started to accustom himself to his new life. It was boring, but at least he still had the flat he so cherished, and all the memories of his friend. But since his burn out, he just had nothing to do! He tried to watch telly and catch up on shows he'd long missed out on, but he found everything too plain. He tried going outside, but his random walks would usually take him to places Sherlock and him had been before, and he'd end up getting depressed when unwanted memories gushed out. Everything else had just become boring. He once thought to start doing drugs to pass the time, but quickly decided against it.

He was now reading the newspaper, and had just finished reading the very last article. He looked at the clock. 11:48. God, was time going by slow. John gave a look at his laptop, and sluggered out of the covered chair to the big mahogany table that was holding his computer. He flipped it open and waited for it to turn on. Once logged in, he was deciding on what to do. Should he look up the Games of tonight? Maybe he should look upon further studies...

For God knows what reason, a sudden wave of loneliness crept around him, like an ominous aura about his small form. He felt the sudden urge to talk to someone, an urge which he hadn't felt since about 3 months before, when he was too occupied with work to actually talk. He figured "Hey, I'm on the Internet. There must be a bunch of people I could talk to," so he looked up 'online chatting' and hoped something good would pop up. And oh God, did it ever. He found a website called Omegle.

He clicked on the link, where he was greeted by the saying "Talk to strangers!" He read a bit of the text bellow the title. "Omegle is a great way to meet new friends. When you use Omegle, we pick another user at random and let you have a one-on-one chat with each other."

That's odd, John thought to himself, a chat where both people are anonymous. How do I know who I'm talking to? How do I contact them if we become friends? Strange website... He decided to still give it a try. After a few boring chats, he decided he wanted a bit more fun. He remembered there was a setting on the home page where you could ask questions to others and watch them discuss it, or answer someone else's questions yourself. God, he could have a lot of fun with that. John smiled at all the endless possibilities he could do with such a thing, and decided to ask questions.

At first, it was just really random things like "Which do you prefer? Peanut Butter or Jam?" (cuz everybody knows John loves his jam) but it eventually changed to things like "If you could decide on having any superpower, what would it be and why?" (which is still pretty random, but pretty much every question on Omegle is).

He got tired of that too, eventually, so he decided to move on and be one of the unlucky saps who have to answer questions. He mentally prepared himself to answer weird questions and deal with weird people, but that was alright, it was all part of his fun. So after getting himself all pumped up, he clicked on the button that would undoubtedly make him have a good laugh or two. The first question: "Who is SH?"

He wanted to ask as well, but the other person only replied with "he's a fucking nerd", then disconnected. John thought that was quite odd. Well, there are many different people on the Internet... I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding, but I'd like to see that question again just to see what other people think.

Maybe he was what people on the Web called "trolls", but he wasn't even exactly sure what those were anyway. So he kept answering questions, when he didn't get disconnected, and it proved to him some sort of sense of satisfaction. For once, people were actually listening to his opinions! They didn't have to care, or know those opinions are his, but at least they saw them.

As John was having fun with the whole 'people are finally listening to me' thing, the question popped up again. "Who is SH?" John's conversational partner only replied with "he's a douche, don't listen to him" before disconnecting as well. John thought this was quite strange indeed. Not only did people here seem to have a thing against this 'SH' person, but it... also sounded quite familiar. Like, he was used to seeing it, but had forgotten it over time. Why?

John hunted the question down a third time. And a fourth. And a fifth. They were all still negtive. John finally gave up on trying to find the question, so he made it himself. He wrote "Who is SH? I keep hearing aobut him but I have no idea who he is..." into the engine and pressed enter. The first few people just disconnected, leaving him more and more angry, as he wanted to know so badly why it was that this person was so disliked among this online community. Then finally, his wish came true. One of the two people conversing had just the same question, and the othe other one had an answer.

Question to discuss:
"Who is SH? I keep hearing about him but I have no idea who he is..."
Stranger 2: I have no idea either
Stranger 2: people mention him here and there but idk who he is!
Stranger 1: well, I've talked to him once...

John's eyes lit up. Would he finally have an answer? God, he had to pierce this mystery. Sherlok would be proud of him for that.

Stranger 2: !
Stranger 2: REALLY? u have?
Stranger 1: ya, he was a real ass, though...
Stranger 2: well, I wanna know who he is, and I'm sure the asker wants to know too, so
Stranger 1: okay, but I don't know a lot
Stranger 1: I was answering questions with him once and he kept being all smart-ass-y so I disconnected
Stranger 1: he just pissed me off!
Stranger 1: and then some day, like 3 weeks later, I was just chatting randomly when I apparently started talking to him
Stranger 2: okay? so... how did u know it was him?
Stranger 1: he always 'signs' his replies with "-SH" all the damn time

That's what rung the bell. The "-SH" at the end of every sentence... but where was it from again?

Stranger 1: it's like... are you arrogant or just a royal pain in the ass?
Stranger 2: lol I hear ya
Stranger 2: well, that helps a lot, so, see ya!
Stranger 2 has disconnected.

So that was it? Just some person going around writing "-SH" at the end of their He'd gotten so worked up over nothing. Before John realized it, it was already past 2 in the afternoon. At least he had his answer, well, most of it, anyway. But his afternoon was going to get even more surprising when he got back to answering questions. After about 3 questions, he was already tired of this activity for the day, but he decided to keep going for one last question. And then there was one of the weirdest, yet most personal questions that someone could have ever asked him.

"What's your deepest, darkest secret?"

John didn't know at all what to answer, and his partner wasn't responding either. At least neither one had disconnected. Should I really give out my deepest, darkest secrets or just make one up? John thought alarmedly, I mean, it's not as if anyone will know it's me, but... His train of thought soon halted as he saw that the other person had started writing. And all of a sudden, he saw his response.

Stranger: ...It's complicated. -SH

Oh God, it's him. It's him! It's that "SH" guy that people are talking about! But... that signature, didn't... didn't someone used to text me that? John reached for the phone in his pocket.

Stranger: Even if I would tell you, you wouldn't believe me. -SH

His heart beating wildly, he went on the contact list and saw but one name that said it all...

You: Sherlock?