I was not sure what to make of it. I was about to ask Sherlock what this was about, but then I was thrown in again.

I felt myself grin as John sloped jam on his toast and spared it with a knife. He hand me a coffee,I took a small sip, feeling it burn the inside of my mouth. "You're happy to day" John tells me in between bits of his toast.

"Two case solved in one night "I say, "Well, happiness is found in odd places' …and times" He says, rolling his brown eyes. I drink the rest of my coffee and John eats the rest of his toast. He slowly gets up and grabs his old falling apart bag. "Have a nice day at work, or at least a less dull one" I tell him before kissing his lips that taste of jam and tea.

"Why show me this "I ask him. "John will miss me" He says sadly. "And you miss him "I say, knowing. I that he misses him, how could you miss someone that kind, sweet and good. But now I miss him, I miss a man I have never met.

I cannot separate myself from this body's wants, not know I want them to.

I want John Watson.