The lace fell delicately in swirling white patterns. It was hypnotic to look at, and for a second John was gone, he was somewhere safe. The moment ended, and the sudden contrast between the securities of his mind and the blunt, harsh realities made him take in a soft breathe. One year. Five months. 26 days. 13 hours. Not that he had been counting. It was just a constant in his min
Rated: T - English - Tragedy/Supernatural - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,460 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 3 - Published: 12/6/2013 - Sherlock H., John W., Anderson, Mrs. Hudson - Complete