Sherlock Holmes was sitting in the corridor, leaning against the wall, his best friend quietly waiting for something to happen beside him. McAdams had left an hour or so ago, about the time the Oncoming Storm had left this universe for good. Sure, he wasn't completely gone. Sherlock could still contact him again and he probably even would come, but what was the point if he didn't love him back? What was the point in anything if the feeling wasn't mutual? He had just wasted four months of his life on this man and nothing. Nothing. After some time, he finally spoke:
"John?" The ex-army doctor looked up immediately, as if he'd been expecting this for a while.
"Yes, Sherlock?"
"As I believe you have far more experience with this than I do; how does one mend a broken heart?" John lightly laughed and got up, handing a hand to Sherlock to help him up.
"Ah well, there are a few different theories about that," he explained, "But if you ask me it takes three things: A friend, a beer," Sherlock managed a weak smile as he stood up, "but mostly, time."
"Time?"
"Yes. A broken heart knows how to fix itself, Sherlock, it just needs patience."
"So you mean, it gets better after this?" John didn't reply. He just patted Sherlock's shoulder and led him out of the cellar.
The first nights back at 221B were horrific. He'd dream about him and would wake up in tears and covered in sweat. John came to him, took care of him. He calmed him down and got him to sleep. During the day Sherlock would be gloomy and even slightly depressed but still he solved case after case and gradually his life refrained from being grey and returned to colour as the memory of The Oncoming Storm became more distant. It was horrible but that's because mending a heart is as agonizing of a process as it sounds but with a little help from a friend (and the occasional beer) it finally ended after a few months. He returned to apathy, where he felt more comfortable, but he was just a little different. Perhaps he could find someone new now, then again the thought of there being someone else, someone even slightly comparible to the Doctor was doubtful. But his pain was mostly gone and that's what counted.
The storm was finally over.
A/N: Well, that may or may not be my last Wholock ever completed and I am in a way sad but also have a sense of closure now. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it and special thanks to the awesome Fandemonium-in-the-streetsfor the continued support :D Thanks a lot for reading and if you'd like leave a review, it would really mean a lot to me 3
