Wonderwall
(Oasis)
Song Background: "Wonderwall" was written for Gallagher's then-girlfriend, Meg Matthews, as Gallagher told NME in 1996: "It's about my girlfriend, Meg Matthews." However, after Gallagher divorced Matthews in 2001, he said the song was not about Matthews: "[the song was] about an imaginary friend who's gonna come and save you from yourself."
Wonderwall (noun/adj): The person of which you have a total infatuation with;
A person with an indescribable aura, making them seem so perfect, almost intangible;
The person that you feel could be the one to "save you" from whatever unhappiness or emptiness you feel;
The person you feel could complete you;
Your soulmate
About the story: Written for my new, amazing friend Johix.^^ Check her stories out, people! Also, the beginning of my Sherlock/John fangirling, so expect more coming! WARNING! I wrote it with Jeremy Brett/David Burke in mind. Yep, deal with it. :D
Their road is quite a long one, filled with many turnings, and even more tumbler. The weather also varies, from sunny to full of clouds - they've stumbled into each and every of them. Still, the older one's determined to stroll along, even if his partner sometimes finds another path, which he cannot be blamed for; it's in his blood. When it happens, and, unfortunately it happens way too often, the older, without hesitation, does his very best to get him back. First, he calls out his name.
Sherlock! - and it's usually enough; Sherlock, although crossly, turns up again. But, on rare occasions, he gets far from the older one - he becomes unable to hear him, too wrapped up in the darkness that has caught him.
John! - he wants to scream, but his mouth refuses to do so, and anyway, his thoughts, the bad thoughts approach him, telling that he's unworthy of love, especially his love, and Sherlock believes them.
Why not? - he thinks bitterly. He's aware of the habits he has, how he destroys himself, how he-
Always, it starts out as a quiet voice, from far, far away.
Sherlock.
He shakes his head; he must be hallucinating.
Sherlock - this time a bit louder.
He gets his hopes up for he recognizes the owner of the tune.
Sherlock! - his hand is holding out for him, smiling like it was nothing to find the man. No scolding, not a single. John's happy to see he's well (more or less, depending on circumstances).
Sherlock's grateful, takes John's hand, and lets him guiding to the familiar, known road.
[And all the roads we have to walk are winding]
- Holmes! - a gentle shake on his shoulder brings him back from daydreaming. He lazily glances over at the man standing in front of him.
- What, Watson?
[And all the lights that lead us there are blinding]
- Oh, so you're fine - he blinks - You looked like you were...
- I'm all ears.
- No. Nothing - he gives a reassuring smile - Forget about it, Holmes.
- Fine - he closes eyes again.
[There are many things that I would like to say to you,
but I don't know how]
- Holmes... - Watson speaks, after a few minutes of silence.
- Yes?
[Because maybe]
- May I ask the reason you were smiling for? Since it's not a common sight.
[you're gonna be the one that saves me]
Holmes' thoughts traced back to their road.
[And after all,]
He doesn't know a single thing yet. He doesn't have to, anyway. We still need a bit of walking.
- Just continue with whatever you were doing.
[you're my wonderwall.]