The Benefits of Letting Go
Warning: This story involves a male/male love relationship. If you don't like, don't read. Rated T for now will change to M.
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Sherlock Holmes- no books, no movies.
A/N: This is my first official movie fic. I have written a one-shot called "What She Doesn't Know". It was based on chapter 16 of dollymop's fic "The Heart Wants". You should read it. I've had so much positive response to my one-shot and suggestions for me to explore the lives and love of these two gentleman. And so I have. I had no idea how emotional the words and situation seemed to some people. The responses have been awesome and I'm so glad people have enjoyed what was on my mind.
I've titled this "The Benefits of Letting Go" based on an old saying (proverb, adage, etc.) that if you love something (or someone), let it go. If it comes back to you then it's yours; if not then it wasn't meant to be. I've done that in a past romantic relationship and believe me it was not easy. So I know exactly how Sherlock felt; I'm guessing from some of the responses, some of you have too. Mine didn't come back, so it wasn't meant to be, but what about our lovely detective and doctor?
Summary: So I've finally done it; I let Dr. John Watson go, put him out of my life. Madame Sabrina says either he will come back or someone new will come in. Fine. But she didn't tell me what to do with the lonely nights and lonely feelings while I wait for fate to decide what is next for me. I want him next to me, holding me. I miss his voice, his touch, his kisses. I miss him. Fate, please hurry and decide. Are you sending John back to me or are you sending me someone new? I'm trying hard to fight the loneliness. My mind keeps telling me that I can spend the time passed out. The supplier has even been to see me because I've not purchased anything in a while. However, I promised- no drugs and I must remain true to my word. So fate, dear girl, how about a helping hand?