This is admittedly quite short chapter, but more, longer chapters will follow. I promise :)
Something Beautiful- One
It had been three months. Nothing. No communication. And John didn't suspect a thing.
His phone moaned loudly from the kitchen table. John looked up from the paper, looking like a startled rabbit.
'Sherlock...'
He refused to respond, and jumping to his feet, grabbed the phone and opened the much awaited message, not sure whether to feel relieved or worried.
I know a good place in London, below a friend's flat. Does lovely sandwiches. Let's have dinner. x
His heart almost jumped out of his chest and across the coffee table. She couldn't be here. It was far too soon.
His breathing slowed, as he desperately tried to regain normality and a regular pulse, but he quickly failed. He sensed John's eyes burning into the side of his skull as he flailed around, running his hands through his hair, but ignored them, hoping he'd leave it be.
'Bloody hell Sherlock, are you alright?'
'Fine. Absolutely fine...Just need to...need to...need to...I'm going out.' He fumbled momentarily around the kitchen, rocking on his heels. 'Won't be long.'
'Are you sure you're okay?'
'I'm FINE!' Sherlock shouted as he flew out of the door and down the stairs at such a pace that he nearly flew head-first into the front door.
