Letters To a Ghost

by Love is a Mayer

On the day that Sherlock died, a little piece of John did too. He goes day to day, writing letters to the consulting detective, believing that his friend is actually alive and on vacation. Everyone around him knows that it's his way of coping, but it's not healthy and it's tearing the doctor apart. Just a bunch of one shots in the form of letters in John's POV to his dead friend

1. Yelling

Dear, Sherlock

Hey, you bloody idiot, it's me, John. I'm writing this in a secret notebook that no one knows about; Mycroft is dead set against me writing anything to you. I don't know why though. It's not as if your gone forever, so why can't I keep you updated on what's going on around here?

I know you're busy and all, off on that special trip of yours, but I need you back now. It's lonely here in our flat, and Mrs. Hudson's being a pest. You used to always yell at her, hurting her feelings, but today….I don't know. I started thinking about you and she wouldn't be quiet so I did the same thing.

I apologized later, of course. Not that you would have though, if you were here. You would've gone weeks giving her the silent treatment until she finally broke down and apologized. I'm not like that though, so this morning, I made some tea and we talked about you.

It's weird, every time I bring you up, it looks as if she's about to cry. I guess Mrs. Hudson misses you more than I do.

Sincerely, you best friend, John Watson.

Ps. don't stay gone too long. Those dead body parts are starting to scare me.