John was confused, it was now a week later and he has had this weird dream every single night. What could it mean?
He was just contemplating looking up a dream dictionary when Mrs Hudson knocked.
Well, at least he thought it was Mrs Hudson, because he could hear a metallic tick with the knocks, her wedding ring. Also there was a slow pause between each knock, which represented someone old, no offense to Mrs Hudson.
A few seconds later his guess was confirmed by a soft voice calling. "John? Can I come in?" The voice of Mrs Hudson.
Oh god he was turning into Sherlock.
Then he realised he didn't answer yet. "Yeah, yeah, sure come in." John said, a little distracted.
Mrs Hudson entered. "Are you really sure you don't want a new therapist? At least five have put their card in the mailbox!"
"Yeah okay, sure, I'll look into it." John said, coming over even more distracted, more then he had intended. Almost uninterested.
He didn't need a new one, he was nearly over Sher... suddenly a wave of sorrow washed over him, he missed him so much. "Keep it together John." he said to himself, holding back the tears. He needed a drink.
He hadn't been to the bar for a week now, mainly because he was scared not to see Mary sitting there like she always was in this dreams. But now, he needed something strong, something alcoholic.
After he wiped away the tear that had slipped out of his eye unintentionally, he entered the bar.
He was glad to see that his usual barstool was still free.
When he sat down and had ordered a bourbon from the bartender, he suddenly realised something, there was a short haired blond girl sitting next to him!
She couldn't be, she can't be! When he glanced over to his right, he saw the same pretty face he had seen so many times. In his dreams. This couldn't be happening!
When he finally got used to the fact that his imaginary girlfriend was sitting next to him, he gathered all the courage that was inside him, took a big breath and said, "Hi."
Was that all he could say?! Hi?! After the girl he knew as Mary also said hi, he realised he was staring again.
"JOHN! M.. my name, John." He quickly said. "You're Mary, right?"
"Uhm, yeah. How did you know that?" Oh yeah, right, he'd imagined her, he'd never actually met her. He had forgotten he wasn't supposed to know her name. "Uhh, I don't know, you just look like a Mary."
"Ohkay... So, what brings you here?" Mary asked. John swallowed, he had no idea how he could formulate this better. "My best friend died."
That's not what he had meant to say! He'd meant to say:"Oh, a friend of mine passed away." Then he said this! What was wrong with him?! He took a deep breath, take it easy John, he said to himself, think about your heart. His thought made him chuckle.
Mary looked shocked. "Oh I am so sorry, my condolences, are you all right?" She asked, seemingly sorry for asking. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine!" Then he suddenly realised that he hadn't thought of Sherlock since he had seen Mary. He still couldn't believe that she was actually here!
Wait, what if this was all just a dream all over again? Then this would all be false hope! He thought back to when he read something that said that when you look down in a dream that the floor disappeared. And above the sky would turn dark.
He looked to the ground, nothing happened, just a normal floor. Maybe the sky? Nope still just a sky. Maybe the floor worked now? No. Sky? No.
He sat like this for at least two minutes straight. Just looking up, then down, and up, and down. Maybe if he pinched himself? Nope, didn't work. Maybe if he slapped Mary? Wait, no hand! It is yourself! Hit me!
He accidentally hit Mary. Oops.
"Was that needed?" Mary said with a playful tone in her voice. "I am SO sorry!" John was really confused, was his dream becoming reality? Maybe this was still a dream. Just a really convicing one. Yeah that must be it. But... What if this was the reality? What if Sherlock was a dream?!
"John? Hey John!" He was pulled back from his thoughts by Mary's voice, and her hand waving in front of his face. Which she pulled back after John shook confused with his head.
S... sorry, I zoned out there for a bit!" He said with a nervous chuckle. He was honestly surprised she hadn't ran away yet.
The bartender came with John's drink, he wanted to buy something for Mary but she still had half a cocktail in front of her, which she sipped every now and then.
John drank his bourbon in one gulp. Not a good idea, but right now it looked like the best idea ever. That's why he ordered another drink. "What do you think of elbows?"
That's the last he remembered from last night. At first he thought it was a dream again. But then he noticed the intense banging in his head. A horrible hangover. WAIT, he looked next to him and let out a relieved sigh. He was alone. The quick movement triggered his headache though.
"Oww" he groaned while grabbing his head. A few second later he heard Mrs Hudson knocking.
"Go away, or I swear I will hit you." That sounded more aggressive then he had intended. Not to mention raising his voice like that made his throat burn.
He heard Mrs Hudson gasp. "I have a glass of water for you here on the counter!" Then she quickly walked off the stairs. "Thanks Mrs Hudson!" He called, holding his head again. He shouldn't yell. Then he went back to sleep. At least it was weekend.
Oh hi there, fellow Sherlock fan! So I wanted to have a little chat. How was your day?
Hmm that's nice. Anywho, this is my first fanfiction so I would really like if you could just let me know what you think okay? Thanks!