a/n: John Watson and a laptop a little while after "The Reichenbach Fall"
Sherlock and companions do not belong to me.
Thanks to Zaydee and Ennui Enigma:-)
3 am
It was 3 am, and the only light was the laptop's glow;
And he stretched and sighed, he was up too late,
He was far too tired.
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He was far too tired, and his fingers ached and his hands were slow,
Yet he did not stop, though the urge was great,
Then he felt inspired.
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Then he felt inspired by his dreadful loss, his abiding grief,
And he had no doubt that he would not sleep
Till the tale was told.
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Till the tale was told of the friend he'd known, and his strong belief,
And the truth he knew and the trust he'd keep,
And the faith he'd hold.
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And the faith he'd hold though the grapevine meant that the rumours spread
And the lies took hold, and they multiplied
At the speed of light.
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At the speed of light, through the World Wide Web, as a need was fed
To destroy his friend, even though he'd died.
He would put things right.
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He would put things right, striving all he could to achieve his goal.
So he typed once more; he had much to say,
Start to painful end.
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Start to painful end, from the lab at Bart's, and his new-found role
To a rooftop fall on the darkest day.
His amazing friend.
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His amazing friend, his unique world view and his matchless mind
And the home they'd made and the times they'd shared;
He remembered them.
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He remembered them and for once, absorbed, left his cares behind;
And the day ticked past, till he blinked then stared;
It was 3 am.
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