~~!NOTE!~~
I am sorry it's taking so long to get to the penis action but i really wanted to have some story
going with this, to reveal what John was going through and still is, so the 1st, 2nd and maybe 3rd
chapter wont have any sex in them, I am very sorry!
Even if you were miles away you could see the shock on her face.
She pushed herself back slowly and until she hit the back of the chair, she still hadn't realized that her mouth was still open.
When John twisted his head patiently towards her, and he gave her a little smile.
"Told you.."
She very swiftly threw the phone at him, gently not to hurt him of any sort
"What if it's some kind of a joke?"
As she said those words she fought not to slap herself, she hated being blind sighted because she said the stupidest things, even if it was some kind of a stupid joke, it may be the thing that stopped John from move on.
"It can't be "
The smirk on his face widened and widened as time passed by.
"How so?"
"I got a new phone number, 2 or 3 weeks ago, i cannot quite recall the date, but only my wife and Lestrade knew the number by the time i got this text, them, and maybe, maybe him too"
She took her time, it went by a very awkward minute or two of what looked like a blinking contest. Then she thought, thankfully this time she did think before opening her mouth, of what should she say next. Should she crush his dreams and tell him the truth, in what she believes is, or should she just put on a mask and congratulate him. Then again she is his therapist, even if it hurt, she had to do it, tho she was sure that the wide smile on Watson's face couldn't be defeated by anything.
"John, let's just go back to reality for a bi- "
John cut in very rudely, scared of her words that could come out of her mouth.
"Ya'know i have never herd your name, I always referred to you as The Therapist or Why am I Paying You so Much Money to Smack Down my Dreams"
He chuckled very nervously tapped his fingers on the arms of the chair and shifted his head away from her. No way he was hearing that again, every time he got a clue that Sherlock was still alive she crushed those evidence into making him think it was just his mind playing games. But he just pretended to believe her and he just nodded through it the whole time.
Like that time the Skull moved from the table to Sherlock's arm chair, he saw it, it was there it moved!
Or the other time where he overslept in the apartment because he had a fight with Nadia and his ringtone changed.
Or tha-
His memory process was cut off from, who can it be? The soul crushing therapist. John prepared himself for the truth, for the second time today, a bit too much for him.
"It's Kathy McLean, we have been seeing each other regularly for the past 2 years and... "
She sighed in disappointment and quickly went back to the main matter.
"Mr. Watson, you need to realize that you cannot stop living your life because you found some STUPID little text or evidence or a moved skull, YOU NEED TO LAND BACK TO EARTH, he is gone, it is horrible what happened, what he made you do, to watch him fall, but you need to move on and let go because life doesn't stop Mr. Watson it moves and you have to do so with it, or you will never find happiness And your beautiful girlfriend is waiting for you to move on so she could have a proper family, don't you want that Mr. Watson? A normal life again? "
As those words came out she saw John slowly get crushed, and crushed and die slowly inside. Kathy didn't regret it tho, she had to do so or he would be stuck in this loop of never getting over the fall. She had a bit of an argument with herself as to how she put those words into place as the therapist thought that trough her eye jolted up and down some papers she was holding. John swallowed every nasty word she wanted to drown her in, he couldn't believe, even Sherlock wasn't this rude in his living days. And oh, as she asked him if he wanted to live a normal life again he cringed, he loved some adventure, new things, he never thought he would make a good father. The doctor took a breath.
"I jus-"
BEEP~~BEEP~~BEEP
"I JUS-"
"Oh uh, I am sorry John but that's all the time you had for today I-uh"
Kathy rushed to get up and open the door before he could speak, she knew what he might say, he was known to her as well as the back of her hand. And she knew it would be best for him think about what has been said.
But as she got up to get the door, John grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him as he raised from the chair, unfortunately all of the papers Kathy had in her lap spread all over the floor. She didn't really react at that time. They both bent to get the papers and John saying sorry about a 100 times.
The both awkwardly got up and he stumbled over his words a bit. Maybe not a bit.
"I jus-I just think that i want some time off of this, i can't any more, every time i come here i get more and more depressed I-uh-I can't do this. I need a break from this, whatever this is i'ts making things worst-i jus-"
He threw the papers on her chair and ran to the door opening it almost so wide and hard that it might have damaged the walls.
Ms. McLean was scared like a rabbit after he grabbed her arm, John stormed away so quickly she couldn't respond to his words. But she also thought it was a good idea for them to take a some time off.
~~~~~~Penises & Vaginas Later~~~~~~
John was walking down the street, he didn't even know where he was going, but he felt relaxed. He neither wanted to go home, because Mr. Hudson would catch him and she knew about the therapist's deal he had with her.
Nor he wanted to go back to Nadia, because he had to explain why he was in such a mood. And since he wanted answers regarding Sherlock, he knew where to look for them.
He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed Lestrade. He didn't even wait for Greg to say Hello.
"Mate, I really need your help about something, and if i don't get this done now I will go fucking mad. Please?"
~~~~~~Penises & Vaginas Later~~~~~~
A half an hour later and an argument with Greg , John had finally found what he was looking for.
He whipped out his phone yet again, handy little thing, and so he phones no other than Mycroft Holmes.
"Hello? Who must you be? "
A very poshy and confused voice came from the other line.
"Hello Mr. Holmes, for the first time it's me who is coming to you for help. And since I helped you many times. Could you spare me a minute?"
Dead silence for at least 20 seconds.
"Sure of course, where are you right now John so i could send you a cab?"
~~~~~~Penises & Vaginas Later~~~~~~
John didn't really bother where he was going, but when he arrived, it was marvelous! Huge white building and it looks like it was repainted not long ago. The windows were a bit small and not enough to make it a home type building, and so he was right. It was a library.
The inside was very typical for it's purpose, wooden floors and a very dark red carped only going trough the center of the floor as a path.
He was greeted by a young boy with an expensive looking suit.
"Hello, sir, lost by any chance?"
John got confused and then realized, his clothing wasn't very proper for such a high horse place. He slapped on a fake smile and quickly said.
"No, I am actually invited here by Mycroft Holmes"
The boy looked a bit confused and surprised.
"So you are John Watson?"
"That's me!"
"Ah, sure, I am sorry for my questioning. Follow me."
~~~~~~Penises & Vaginas Later~~~~~~
Watson followed the suited boy for a what seemed a very long time, twists and turns, you could get lost in these things, and inside instead of walls they had shelves, filled with books, any book you'd want the probably had it!
And so more and more walking and they finally arrived.
It was like a coffee place. The coffee like place had two parts, one had small oval tables with a very comfortable and soft looking arm chair next to the side of the table. The other part had 3 square short tables with the same armchairs facing each other next to each table.
On the first square table was Mycroft waving once at John to ether show him he is there or indicate him to close his mouth, since it almost hit the ground.
He wobbled over to Mycroft and didn't even take his time to be polite.
"I need to share with you something, and I need your help. As we all know Sherlock Holmes is dead, but about a week ago i got this text from him"
He tosses his phone to Mycroft with the text opened on the screen. And John continued explaining what he wants from him.
"You have high powers in here, yes? And people could somehow find who texted me with a hidden number, hack into it or something and maybe your brother isn't dead after all! "
John smiled and still exhaled very loudly because of all the dust on those books who were never touched.
Mycroft looked to him with despare.
"John, I can't i'm sorry, but you need to reali-"
To hell with it, The posh boy thought, John had the right to know, he had been hurting for the past 2 years, the boy was hurt enough.
Watson cupped his face with his hands and he came back up
"No no no I have heard this before PLEASE! Do not to this to me, everybody has i just KNOW he is still alive, somehow i can FEEL it, i may be crazy...but i know he is still here."
Mr. Holmes saw the tears that John tried to swiftly cleaned away, and then he typed something into the phone as a text, but didn't sent it and just handed it over to Mr. Watson.
As John read it his eyes widened he nearly fell to the ground. No words can describe how fucking shocked he fucking was.
FUCK!
{End of Chapter 2}
Maybe the words in the other chapter can. *cough*