Out of place
The noise. That was one thing John could remember but then how he could he forget.
The cries of men falling to their death still echoed in his head. The guns, stuck on replay and then the bombs … John was cursed to hear then in his night-mares. Its not like he could forget them, could he ? They were the sounds of his past, the sounds of war.
So why, as he tossed and turned in the constant dream, had he heard a new sound. The sound was so odd, so out of place, John was surprised that he had missed it for all these years. It puzzled him. The nightmares were worrying him and then there was the mysteries noise. He couldn't exactly talk to Sherlock about it. He would ether not care or laugh at him. This is why he had decided to go back to his Psychologist.
"What is it ?" Ella (His Psychologist) asks, beating her pen on her knee, " What is the sound of ?"
John sighs heavily. He has asked himself that many times yet never came up with an answer. The only reason he was here was to sort out this mystery. Usually, this wouldn't bother him but it did. His mind couldn't handle not knowing what it was. Sherlock really has rubbed off on him.
"I don't know" he replies, running his hands through his hair.
"There must be something" she says.
He chuckles how ever stops as soon as he sees her concerned face.
"It's a whirling sound" he reveals, " a spaceship maybe."
It sounded mental, he knew that. It was mental but true. That was the only explanation he could think of and it happened to be a stupid one.
She all ready thought he was strange, now she must think he was totally mental.
John looks down at his stripped jumper, trying to hide his embarrassed expression.
"When you hear this sound does anything pop up in your head ?" Ella questions, "any image or memory. Anything connected to it ?."
Without even thinking, two words slip out of Johns mouth. His eyes widen with shock
Where did that come from ? Certainly not from his mind. Just … it made no sense.
" Pardon" she says, leaning in with interest.
' Well done John' he thought, blushing a deep red, ' great logical in no way weird answer.'
"It's okay John" Ella smiles, reassuringly, " please repeat yourself."
John shook his head.
"You can trust me, I promise not to laugh."
He opens his mouth to say something but hesitates.
His brain was on overload, screaming at him not to tell her.
' Don't do it John' it said, 'please, keep some of your dignity intact.'
He glances at Ella. She was ready to hear John make a fool out of himself.
'Well not today' he thinks, standing up.
"I am sorry" he apologizes, "but I can not do this."
"Wait" she calls but it was too late. He was all ready out of the door and running down the street.
John runs down the street, bumping into people as he went.
He has to get to the flat as fast as he can. He has to get the words out of his head. Nothing made sense to him. Why had he said that ?
His heart was racing as he sped past a group of tourists.
"Forget about it" he tells himself however it didn't matter because nothing could get them out of his head. They span around and around, tormenting him.
He stops, sitting on a park bench to catch his breath. The same two words echoing in his mind. Two very simple and insignificant words.
Blue Box.