HEYY so chapter 2 is here, YAY sorry I haven't been updating in ages! I keep getting writers block grrr, um yeah I hope you like this and I'm going to try make sure my next update doesn't take so long!
Text styles: John. Sherlock. Mycroft. Harry
John rolled out of the small bed sighing, he missed his big warm bed in 221B but he promised himself he wouldn't go back there and he was going to keep this promise, yes. John Hamish Watson was going to move to the country at the end of the month and start life as a local doctor, he had talked it over with Sarah and she had helped him get a new job in the town, he only had 3 more months.
John checked his phone, Sherlock had sent him a few messages he even had some from Harry, who had been kind enough to stay the night instead of going out drinking with her friends.
****Texting****
~9:57am~
Hello little brother, I had to go for a job interview. I'm sorry I'm not there –HW
~10:00am~
No it's fine Harry, good luck –JW
Do you want me to clean up a bit? This place is a wreck? –JW
****Real life****
John didn't wait for a reply to start cleaning, the place was nearly as messy as 221B after an experiment, he sighed and a small smile appeared on his face as he remembered the first explosion they'd had.
****Flashback****
John was staring at his alarm clock, in 12 minutes he'd have to get up and get ready for work but thanks to a certain consulting detective he had been up for the past half hour, giving up on trying to get anymore sleep John crawled out of bed and walked into the kitchen where Sherlock Holmes was up to another loud experiment
"Morning Sherlock" John said gruffly, however the detective hadn't noticed John so after hearing his voice he looked up, it was one Sherlock Holmes' worst mistakes as he accident spilt some of the toxic chemicals on to some severed fingers which had been drenched in some strange concoction this caused a huge explosion blowing a hole in the table and a disgusting mess all over the walls
"John!" Sherlock snapped looking down at his ruined experiment, John raised his hands as if to say he had nothing to do with this but that didn't do anything to stop the detective glaring at him. Sherlock sighed looking at the mess, the experiment was a dead end anyways he thought "Mrs Hudson's going to kill us"
That sentence was enough to send John into a fit laughter, suddenly the whole situation seemed hilarious to them as Sherlock joined into the laughter. John and Sherlock laughed until Mrs Hudson walked in and began yelling at them like they were two school boys.
****End Flashback****
When John snapped back to reality his face was covered in tears, he cursed to himself why was he even letting himself get so upset, it was just Sherlock. Even if it was just Sherlock John felt worse than he did after a breakup.
"Shut up you old git" He said to the unwanted thoughts, the last thing he needed was to compare Sherlock to his ex-girlfriends it was Sherlock Holmes for Christ's sake!
Sherlock played the last string of his new melody, he didn't sleep at all he couldn't, his brain felt like a rocket whizzing out of control and there was nothing he could do, so he wrote a new song perhaps he would show John when he came back, if he came back. Sherlock frowned looking at the violin like it was to blame.
"Yoo hoo" Mrs Hudson knocked entering the flat, her hands filled with groceries, this made Sherlock smile a bit, he always liked how Mrs Hudson treated them although he'd never admit it, he did actually feel he felt quite a lot it's just he could keep his cool. "John's not here then"
"Obviously" Sherlock spat suddenly feeling anger towards the old lady, he wrapped himself in his dressing gown looking towards the spray painted face on their wall, he looked around the rest of the apartment everything screamed John, Sherlock promised himself that John would come back, he promised himself that john wouldn't abandon him.
"Will he be back soon then?" Mrs Hudson pressed ignoring the unwelcoming feeling that Sherlock was sending her, dumping the groceries on the bench for one of the boys to put away she put the kettle on and grabbed a couple of mugs.
"I believe so" Sherlock answered realising that she wouldn't give up any time soon, Sherlock flicked through the newspaper John had bought, it nearly bored him to tears how could the world be so dull. Sherlock continued to check the time, which he was convinced was going slow just to annoy him, it couldn't hurt him to be early he supposed.
When John had finished cleaning up around the house, he decided he would just go to Speedy's now after all, it could hurt him to be early. He jumped into the cab that had taken him around ten minutes to get, and by the time he reached his destination he still had half hour to wait, that's what he thought until he saw the detective sitting outside the shop on his phone. "Sherlock"
"Oh, John" Sherlock looked up dropping his phone on the table, John felt a pang in his chest has he remembered his earlier flashback. Sherlock stood up not really knowing what he was doing. "How are things?"
"Fine, fine" John nodded sliding into a booth, he looked at the menu only seeing the words has a jumbled mess, his palms were sweaty why was he freaking out so much! "And you?"
"Same I suppose" Sherlock replied, they sat there uncomfortably for a while, neither of them really knowing what to say. Sherlock spoke first "John, you have questions for me?"
"Yes, yes um" John said looking down at the table, nervous about what the answers would be. "I suppose firstly I want to know why can't I remember?"
"Someone spiked your drink with a drug that makes you forget a certain period of time." Sherlock answered bluntly, he was starting to feel more comfortable, even though it was obvious John wasn't.
"right, um who?" John asked getting mad, so someone had drugged him just to get to Sherlock, he couldn't imagine what kind of twisted person would do that.
"Irene Adler." Sherlock sighed, John nodded of course it was her, it was blindingly obvious now, she probably knew a great deal of drug addicts.
"Of course" John mumbled rubbing his sweaty hand on his jeans, seriously why was he so nervous. "And what did I do?"
"You were with Irene John what do you think you did" Sherlock grumbled, he hated the fact she did this to John to get to him, but he hated it because it did in fact get to him. "As I said you were a part of a plan to get to me, it's not that big a deal"
"Not that big deal!" John yelled not caring that everyone was staring at them, how could Sherlock be so stupid! John threw the pack of cigarettes he had bought earlier and stormed out ignoring Sherlock's pleas.
Sherlock stormed into the flat slamming the door, it wasn't a big deal why was it such a big deal, John had slept with many women before and he'd probably tried drugs when he was younger, there was no reason for him to be mad. Then it hit him, John must hate him so much now.
****texting****
~1:45pm~
John I'm sorry –SH
~1:52pm~
John come to 221B –SH
Or I'll come to you –SH
****Real life****
John turned off his phone, putting it in one of the empty drawers, he didn't care anymore, and why should he? It was obvious that Sherlock didn't care for him after all the things he had put him through, John looked at the calendar and for the first time he wished for the three months to go fast.
A couple of hours later Harry came home, surprisingly sober which made John feel a bit better about the day, he welcomed her back as she began to cook dinner another surprise to John since he was so used to being the one who cooked.
"How was it?" Harry asked stirring the pot, John sighed he was hoping she would of forgotten, he sat down at the table deciding not to say a word about what had happened.
"That bad huh?" Harry said realising his brother wasn't going to reply, she piled food onto their plates and sat down. They ate in an awkward silence which Harry soon grew very uncomfortable with as she tried to think of a conversation that didn't bring up Sherlock "So I'm giving up on drinking for good this time"
"Yes, I noticed, that's good Harry really good" John said with a fake smile, it hurt Harry to see her younger brother like this, she knew that she had hurt him in the past and she knew it was her fault that they never got on but she was ready to make a change.
"I met someone" She smiled, hoping maybe she could distract him with the new things in her life. John didn't care very much at the time though, his brain wouldn't let him stop thinking about the stupid consulting detective. "Her name is Julie, she works in childcare."
"And she doesn't like drinking?" John asked swallowing a mouth full of food, Harry looked at him confused about the question. "You didn't stop drinking for Clara, although she never minded really but why did you stop drinking for Julie?"
"I-I didn't John" Harry mumbled. "One of the kids Julie works with, well one of her parents are a heavy drinker and it really affects the kid and it just makes me think, I could still be a mum and I well I'd like to be a mum but I could never be one if I was drunk half the time."
"Oh" Harry's answer genuinely shocked John leaving him speechless, it was like he was looking at his sister for the first time, he couldn't remember the last time she wasn't drunk it must have been around twenty something years ago now "Well I hope it goes well for you Harry, I really do."
"John." Harry called stopping him before he left the kitchen table, she gave him a look which both of them would have called 'the mum look'. John knew she wanted to talk about the café and that she wasn't going to stop trying anytime soon. "You need to talk about it."
"He, he um" John managed to get out before he felt the tears build up, he forced himself to keep it in determined not to show Harry this side of him this was the side only a few people in the world had ever seen and that's how he liked it. "He's incredibly stupid for a genius. Ther-there are people who want to hurt him, people who want to use me to hurt him and they did they drugged and used me and I just-"
"John, it'll be okay" Harry tried to reassure her brother.
"He said it was 'No big deal' Harry!" John yelled jumping out of his seat, John felt like he was going mad or drowning in emotions and he hated it, it began to suffocate him as he choked back the tears. "I thought I meant more to him."
"Ssh John, it's alright it-" Harry tried to comfort her little brother breaking in front of her, and she had to admit it terrified her more than anything to see John likes this. Slowly she got him up and led him to his room, whispering soothing words until he cried himself to sleep.
****Texting****
~7:52pm~
Sherlock Holmes? It's Harry John's sister –HW
What do you want? –SH
It's John, you need to see him –HW
What's happened? Is he alright? –SH
Whatever you said to him at the café you need to come and apologise buy him something make him forgive you –HW
I don't understand –SH
John's always saying how much of a genius you are so fucking think for a minute! You hurt my brother and that's not okay with me, so you have to make it up to him now! –HW
****Real life****
Sherlock stared at his phone, he hurt John his only friend, he began to feel terrible pulling out his last cigarette, he had planned to savour them but after what happened he couldn't stop himself, they were all he had at the moment.
He'd made another mistake which wasn't something he liked or did often at all and as usual his mistake ended up with someone getting hurt, but why did it have to be his friend?
****Texting****
~8:01~
I'll be there at 12 –SH
You better be, goodnight Sherlock –JW
****Real life****
Sherlock dropped his phone, wishing the comforts of the cigarette would last all night, knowing it would only last a few minutes longer. No amounts of experiments or music making could help the consulting detective that night, and soon he fell into a dreamless sleep.
Ooooh drama! Haha thanks for reading this and please review! And I really hope you like this, I'll make a deal the more reviews the quicker the update? Haha byee.