A/N: I got you guys another chapter mostly because of the long wait. Once again, I'm so sorry guys! I'll try to post every (Saturday? Meh) week but I have writers block right now. Oh whale, enjoy!
CHAPTER FOUR
John Watson entered London Square in. Accessory Mall with Mrs. Hudson, John spent all day wondering how this would pan out and why he had agreed on this in the first place. John rewinds to a few hours before the grand incident.
#IBELIEVEINSHERLOCKHOLMES
"Oh come on, John. Please come shopping with me, dear. We will have so much fun and I know how to do colors, remember?"
John had pondered over the request for a long and hard two minutes. He decided that it was good that Mrs. Hudson would like to go out shopping since she had been stuck in Baker Street this whole time. And there was a pro to this sticky situation, Mrs. Hudson did know how to handle colors.
"Oh, all right; I'll go order a cab as soon as I put on my jacket." Mrs. Hudson never looked so happy in her whole life. After all, going shopping with her children was her favorite thing to do. They got in the cab, paid by the curtesy of Mycroft Holmes; the rich bastard. In the mall they had to walk to every store Mrs. Hudson saw fit for John to try on jumpers. As John tried on his fiftieth and last jumper, John got in the stall that out came a man with size eleven feet and the poor fellow crashed into John.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, excuse me." John almost went mad and looked up, John knew that voice everywhere; but all that he saw was a ginger in a purple blouse and jeans that fit him perfectly. John was disappointed, he couldn't lie that he sincerely hoped it was Sherlock who he had crashed into seconds before. John quickly got in the dressing room and was shocked about what he had seen; in big, black, bold letters there was scrawled BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES.
John almost got a heart attack and had to run out of the dressing room and find that tall ginger. He ran out of the store, sounding the alarm on the way out. He had to find the ginger and ask him what is his connection to Sherlock; but the ginger was gone. He was then tackled and taken to the prison in the back of the mall followed by a shocked Mrs. Hudson. John was sure he was losing his mind; he was seeing Sherlock everywhere but he couldn't help it.
Was it the grief?
Was it just that everyone in Britain looked like Sherlock?
He was sure that Sherlock was dead and there was nothing to stop it. As he got thrown in jail he got his handcuffs taken off by the assistant of the jail guard, a man named Benedict. His features had a strikingly resemblance to Sherlock even though he was blonde and John was about to scream in madness but he was a soldier and knew how to keep his cool. As it turns out Benedict is actually a nice guy and that he loves reading mystery books such as Agatha Christie and some of Arthur Conan Doyle's short stories. It was a relief to find someone who looked like Sherlock but acted very differently. It was all smooth sailing until he started to talk about Sherlock. As it turns out he is a great Sherlock Holmes fan and he loves to read John's blog; he even has it as his homepage.
Greg Lestrade was finally able to come, as he was John's only call for help, and solve the situation by giving a testimony that John would never steal something on purpose and that he was just dazed by Sherlock's death. The mall was closing and even though Mrs. Hudson was disappointed, she was happy that she was able to have drama in her life after all. They were going to the cab station to call a cab and John saw that Benedict was waiting in line for a cab also and went through the line to greet him; but something was off about their encounter.
First of all, Benedict was wearing a tight purple shirt with a red scarf delicately placed over his slender neck and the fabulous coat over his whole package was navy blue that stretched up to his knees and he just looked like Sherlock; a lot. It was hard not to remember Sherlock when he saw him but Benedict was the same as ever and had no care about his appearance. Through the middle of their conversation a woman came up to them and hugged Benedict tightly around the waist.
"Hello, my name is Henrietta, but people call me Henry." She said. Henry looked a lot like John's sister, Harry, but the names were not as similar and she was a couple of inches shorter.
"Oh, hello, nice to meet you. Are you Benedict's girlfriend or something?" John asked, as politely as he could and trying not to sound like a little jealous schoolgirl.
"Oh no, no, no. Dear Benny here is playing for the other team if you know own what I mean." Up to now Benedict had liked where the conversation was heading but when Henry mentioned the other team thing, Benedict went red all over; his cheeks, ears, and even his forehead looked like it was on fire. John flushed at the thought of being able to be with Benedict and it was making him all weird inside.
He knew he was straight, but Sherlock, Benedict, and the Sherlock look alike had been making him go crazy recently. By the time the conversation had been over, Mrs. Hudson had managed to find a cab and she and John went safely home. Mrs. Hudson took a nap and John made some tea while he looked at a YouTube tutorial to play the violin just like Sherlock Holmes.