Title: Reasons

Rating: T for mentions of suicide.

Pairings: Tragic!Johnlock

Word Count: 939

Summary: When a mysterious flash drive appears in John Watson's locker, the last thing he expects is hearing and seeing his dead classmate, Sherlock Holmes.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Sherlock and other characters belong to BBC and ACD

Notes: Inspired by the book "Thirteen Reasons Why" by Jay Asher. If you don't know about the book, don't worry about it, you don't need to know any specific plot points. However, I highly suggest you read it, for it is excellent.

"Welcome back, if you're watching this, then that means one of two things; One, you're Anderson and even your tiny little brain knows of the word 'suspense', or two, you're someone else and want to know where you're at. Well, Sally Donovan, you're up." Sherlock smirked into the camera. John couldn't help but notice that his eyes had changed at the mention of the name. The dark haired boy's eyes still held the same resentment that was once aimed towards Anderson, but now they seemed a little…sad?

"Sally, you…are not a complete clot. Oh you are an idiot, but you have your moments, though very few and far between. I did not feel the same hatred towards you as I did Anderson, but I won't say I liked you. When we met, it wasn't anything spectacular; You'd make some form of remark at me, usually with the term 'freak' added in, and I'd get you back with and even wittier observation, often resulting in embarrassment, then…we would do lunch." Sherlock paused for a moment, looking as much in disbelief as John was. As far as the blonde knew, Sally and Sherlock were like cats and dogs, never to be left alone for the sake of their physical and mental well-being. John had never known the two to be…well, he wasn't sure what the two were, and based on Sherlock's description, neither did he.

"It was far from a picture-perfect friendship, I wouldn't even call it a friendship. But…it was nice, having someone like you around Sally, believe it or not. It was a bit refreshing, having someone who would try to outdo me in the form of wit. You'd usually fail, but at least you tried." Again, Sherlock paused, nibbling on his lower lip and crossing his arms, trying to figure out what he was going to say next.

"I never really thought about our relationship as being 'toxic', I should have, considering what happened, but I didn't. I almost enjoyed having you around. Despite all your snark, it seemed, for the most part, playful." Sherlock continued to scowl, criticism deep in his eyes. Though, criticism for Sally or for Sherlock himself, John could not tell.

"But then, things changed. It's natural really, people grow up and grow apart, even if they were never really close and spent very little time together, they still move on. That's exactly what you did Sally, unlike Anderson, you moved on…but not entirely."

"You see, Miss Sally had a bit of a crush during our time together, a crush on a certain imbecile. Yes Anderson, I'm talking about you. Revel in the fact that a woman actually wanted you sexually. However, as everyone should be aware of by now, Anderson and I hated each other. Sally, you were fully aware of this from the very beginning, don't act like you didn't know. Yet, for awhile, you acted as if things were alright."

"Then, somehow, the two of you started talking. I don't know when, and I really don't care, but the two of you talked. Anderson said certain things, he must have to have you do what you did, and you believed him completely…" The dark haired boy frowned at the unknown memory, causing John's head to be filled with thousands of questions.

"It then all came to a breaking point one day at lunch. We had met for our usual exchange of wit, or attempt of wit in your case. I remember thinking that you seemed a bit…off. Your words seemed to have more malice to them, instead of their usual semi-playfulness. To keep the tension down, we mainly sat in silence, which did the exact opposite. I could practically hear your heart beating in your chest as you tried to concentrate on your food. So, I asked you what was wrong. Do you remember what had happened next Sally?" Sherlock's anger started to rise as he started grinding his teeth at the last question.

"You slapped me…It wasn't hard or anything, didn't even leave a mark. But you slapped me, then you started mumbling on about me being some 'freak' genius with a superiority complex, among other things which I could not keep up with, surprisingly, although I do remember you saying something along the lines of "Why are you so mean to Anderson?" "He did nothing to you!" blah, blah, blah. Pretty much bullocks. After her little 'emotional' moment, I imagined she stormed off to go shag Anderson." John could tell that it was taking all of Sherlock's power to not vomit at the memory. Quite frankly, it even filled John with loathing. Give up Sherlock for Anderson?

"Well Sally, I do hope it was a nice shag, because Lord knows Anderson's terrible at everything else. But, yeah, that's how I ended up sitting by myself at lunch, and the day that your words gained actual venom Sally. Your words and your actions were altered drastically after that day. It caused you to revel something, something I shared with you in confidence. Let's get to the next tape."

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