John sat at his laptop, typing furiously. He hadn't updated his blog in over a month now, and he had many cases to publish. He just hadn't had time. Not after...Sherlock jumped. John paused his typing and closed his eyes tight. It had been more than two months since Sherlock had jumped now. They had been the longest two months of John's life. A part of him still couldn't believe it, that Sherlock, the great Sherlock Holmes, was really dead and gone.
John forced the thought to the back of his mind. He made himself take a deep breath and look at his laptop. John grimaced at how long it had taken him to solve the last case.
I am no Sherlock Holmes, John typed. Of this I am sure, but with Sherlock gone, I've stepped up to try to.
John stopped typing. What was he trying to do? Not become Sherlock, not take his place. No one could do that.
To be honest, I don't know what I've stepped up to do. I just want to be useful to the world, and now that Sherlock's gone, I've got to do my best to do that alone. In the past two months, I've only solved 5 cases in total, but I'm rather proud of that, so don't poke fun at me for not being the world's only consulting detective. I'm going to try my best to recall every little thing about each of the cases, but let's face it: I am not Sherlock Holmes. I also need to make this perfectly clear. I don't want anybody on here talking about Sherlock negatively or disrespectfully. If that's what you've come here to do, then I suggest you get off my page.
John sighed and posted the short document. He began typing again, slower, less upset now.
Life after Sherlock jumped was bleary, it was slow. Lestrade tried many times to get me out of the flat, he tried to get me to do anything. But nothing worked until he came to me with a case. Something about it made something inside me...spark. It brought back a reminder of Sherlock, and something about it just made me want to go out and do something about it. I think that that first case was a fairly easy one; Sherlock would've solved it in about half an hour and I think that even Lestrade would've figured the damn thing out eventually. Truth be told, not so much about this case is interesting, so I'm just going to skip it. After all, if I can solve it, it's more or less easy.
John posted the once again short document. He didn't see the point of writing about the cases anymore, but it reminded him of the old days. John clung to the insane hope inside of him that maybe, just maybe, Sherlock's name would pop up in the comments, judging him, scolding him, anything. But sooner or later, John was going to have to face the facts. Sherlock was dead, and he was going to stay dead. He wasn't ever going to type a comment again, solve a case, scold him, bug him about the most menial of things. Sherlock was gone, and John couldn't help but notice how alone he truly was without him.
