Uploading two chapters today because this one's super short, but i felt it was needed.
to GUEST2012: i'm glad you like it, but yes, its not an accurate portrayal of MPD. to be Frank with you, the most experience I've had with someone with MPD was a television special years ago. MPD is such a skeptical disease since the beginning, so there aren't actually proven, tested cases because the people who do have it usually face criticism and some that have it can't actually tell. But i agree, it does make an interesting story not only to read, but to write.
For the next few days, John concentrated on moving into Sherlock's living space. Over the course of the one week, he moved all of his stuff to the upstairs bedroom, met the dear old, landlady Mrs. Hudson, and learned that the brilliant genius was going to be extremely hard to live with.
In that one week, John has heard three explosions, two questionable substances almost dropped on him, and one occurrence where something almost jumped out at him from their fridge.
Janet couldn't stand the mess of their flat. She was constantly trying to clean even though John and Sherlock constantly told her it was going to be a lost cause.
Matt found new ways to get in trouble. He'd have the most fun messing with Sherlock whenever he'd been deep in thought. So far, Sherlock:
-had come "back" to earth thinking he was in his palace for a week because Matt set everything one week early.
-had drawn glasses and a permanent marker mustache on him.
-and had been handcuffed to himself and the coffee table so Matt could see if he could really get out of the handcuffs in less than a minute. He then begged Sherlock for the next half hour if he could teach him how to pick a lock. John ended up in his closet, breathing out of a paper bag after hearing about that one.
Chad tried to stay as far away from Sherlock as was possible. He still didn't trust this man and felt something was wrong. If anyone would find out about John's condition, it would be this man. No one just randomly asked someone to move in after meeting them for one night. There was always an ulterior motive. He'd just have to find out what...and be there for when he'd hurt John.
John, for the most part, felt comfortable with Sherlock as his new roommate. He was...different. They spent plenty of time together, and John slowly opened up to where they didn't have very many secrets between them- except for the obvious.
Sherlock actually found John pretty...manageable. Given, with all the hijinks, John wasn't totally the most manageable of people, but he was pretty interesting. John was always so... spontaneous. Sherlock could never get what made John Watson up. He had to dedicate most of his notebook to the makeup of what John Watson was.
From the recent cases they had taken together, Sherlock had seen a change in John (well, instead of the mood change) slowly take over him. He didn't act so shut down or shy whenever he was in Sherlock's presence (which Sherlock was thankful for).
He'd spent countless hours in his mind palace trying to figure out all the possible options to define John Watson. So far, he was sure of the following conclusions:
-John Watson has conflicting personalities
-John Watson has various scars covering his body (seen in snapshots, so cannot find definite cause of them)
-John Watson has mental scars that my attribute to a mental illness. Most likely acquired during or just after military service.
His notebook (along with his palace) was slowly filling up with everything John. John. John. John. This mystery of John was plaguing him. It used to never take him this long to solve a mystery, especially when the subject was so close at hand. It was frustrating and stimulating at the same time. He couldn't wait to figure out John Watson.