Title: Blogging
Pairing: Gen, Johnlock (if you want to read it that way)
Rating: G
A/N: Anything in italicsis John's blog. This idea popped into my head so I wrote a short little ditty. Tada! I obviously don't own Sherlock. If I did; Johnlock, Mystrade, and MorMor would all be canon. Sebastian Moran would be an actual character in the show! Anyways, enjoy the story!
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I think I'm beginning to lose whatever amount of humanity I had.
John looked at his latest blog entry and sighed. It was true; he was, at a startling pace. So many things were happening, so many people being hurt for no reason; so many good things happening to bad people. So many people living out adventures, and here he was, Captain John Watson, sitting alone in his flat. He deleted the sentence and stared at the screen. There was nothing to say. There was nothing to write. There were no cases and Sherlock had been gone on a case for three weeks. On the news there were constant stories of terrorism and murder, it seemed like no one was stopping any of it. Even with Sherlock's abilities he was only a man. He couldn't save the world, no matter how easy he'd THINK it would be. John shook his head. Maybe his life was too revolved around Sherlock; maybe he should try to find something different.
Before he could follow that train of thought he heard a noise and he looked out the window. A young girl had fallen off her bike; before he could call down to ask if she was alright there was a man helping her up, a man in a long black coat; a man who would just deny helping her at all. John smiled in spite himself and he hurried back to his desk to write his blog as Sherlock came up the stairs. The small act of kindness, the personification of the goodness inside human beings, got John well out of his slump.
Sherlock has returned from his three week long adventure at his parents' house, I can only imagine how pleased he'll be when he discovers that I've cleaned the microwave out….
"John! My experiment!" Sherlock shouted angrily from the kitchen.
It was the first thing he noticed when he got in the door. I'm fully prepared for the temper tantrum that's coming. I needed to heat up my Chinese take away; it got cold while I cleaned the refrigerator.
"Where is my hand? I left it on the bottom shelf!" The voice cried out, "What have I told you about my experiments John?!"
The take away was bloody well worth it.John smiled and published his entry and went to the kitchen to show Sherlock the hand was in the door now, the appendage would take up less room that way, and John needed the room for the milk he had just bought this afternoon.