Here is chapter 2! I'm not really as good at doing Sherlock's POV (most of the time), so I'm sorry if its horrible! Lol

CHAPTER 2- SHERLOCKS POV

I looked over at Lestrade, and found him watching John, a faint look of shock on his face.

I looked back at the body, and walking over to the other side, saw blood soaking through the pants on his thigh.

There was no doubt in my mind what was carved there.

Someone had gone through a lot of trouble to make this person look the most like John as they could.

Glancing back over at my friend, I saw him shaking his head, almost as if to clear all the memories, before walking over and crouching next to the mans head.

He took a deep breath through his nose, before opening Jonathan's mouth and doing the same.

"Died the same way." he informed Lestrade, taking samples of the saliva.

I stood up, and looked over at John.

"Back to Barts?" John nodded.

"I wanna see if theres any connections." he said, before turning and walking away, purposely avoiding eye contact with Lestrade.

I quickly followed him.

ooOOoo

"Sherlock, do you see anything?" John questioned.

"Yes, I just don't know what it is I'm seeing." I replied.

I saw John nod out of the corner of my eye, "I know."

It was around six in the morning. Neither of us had been able to sleep last night.

My phone dinged with a new message, and without taking my eyes from the microscope, pulled it out of my pocket and handed it to John.

"It's Lestrade."

My head jerked up, "what does he say?"

"Theres been another one." John said, voice tense as he handed me my phone back, before grabbing his coat.

It wasn't too far, so we walked there.

Neither of us knew what to expect. When we got there, even Sally was tense and uneasy.

This time Lestrade didn't walk up and meet us, he instead waited by the road, which it what I felt was strange.

Murders, and the evidence for the murder, was usually inside.

As soon as we got closer to where he was standing, Lestrade stepped in front of John.

"I told just you to come, Sherlock." he said, voice tense.

My eyes narrowed slightly, both at the fact that John didn't tell me this and that Lestrade didn't want him there, "I don't see how it matters." I replied.

He sighed tiredly, "you'll see why." he said before stepping to the side.

I tensed and my eyes widened.

There, on the pavement, was me. Well, someone who looked like me anyway.

Blood covered his head and the pavement, making his curly black hair stick together.

His long coat was rumpled, and his scarf stained from the blood.

"No, Sherlock. No!" I heard John pleading, shaking his head.

I turned to look at him, and that's when I realized he was having a flashback. 'shit' I couldn't help but think.

"John, its okay." I said, gripping his shoulders.

"No, let me through. He's me friend." John replied, trying to get by.

"John! Listen to me! It's not real, I'm right here!" I pleaded.

"Please. Sherlock!" he almost shouted the last part.

"John, snap out of it!" I was starting to get worried. Most everyone was watching us now, but I didn't care.

Slowly John's eyes started to focus, and they locked onto mine.

"Sherlock?" he whispered, before latching onto me tightly.

"It's okay John. I'm okay." I said softly, running my fingers through his hair.

After a few minutes, he finally pulled away, not even glancing at the body.

Lestrade opened his mouth to tell us about the dead man, but I shook my head.

It didn't take a name for me to know that it was supposed to be me. And a name wouldn't help John.

"Come on John. Lets go home." I said softly, silently following Lestrade when he offered to drive us home.

ooOOoo

I couldn't help but watch John, just slightly concerned. He had been spending the rest of the day in his chair, eyes closed, hands occasionally switching, and almost a look of pain on his face.

There was no doubt he was in his mind mansion, but I wondered what he was doing there so long.

It had never taken him this long to suppress memories, or build rooms. Not even me watching him threw off his concentration like it normally does.

Suddenly his eyes flew open with a small gasp. I searched his face, mentally cursing when I realized he had put on his emotionless mask. The one I often used.

John stood up, "I'm going to go for a walk." he said, voice still tense. With a frown I noticed he was limping, and that on his way out he grabbed his cane.

I suddenly jumped to my feet, picked up my violin, and walked to the window, watching John walk off.

I slowly started to play, the almost sad tunes of Moonlight Sonata filling the air.

okay, so there was that. Chapter 3 is going to take a bit longer, just so you all know. I am like, really super busy with school right now. I'll try and get it done this weekend, but no promises! I tried to not end it at a cliff hanger ;). Ok, and just so you all know, the reason as to why I keep deleting and re-posting chapter 1 is because I have been having trouble with getting the editing working. I think I fixed the problem though, so last time was the last time, I promise!

cunning bird~