Everything went wonderful for a while. No one knew about us, altough I has started to stay for dinner more frequently at Baker Street and vice versa.
And then it all stopped.
I was going on my way to Holmes' house, and noted that the lights were off inside.
On entering, I saw that everything looked left in haste.
"Holmes? Watson?"
I gasped when I entered the kitchen. Watson was shut down.
"Watson! What happened?" I said as I turned his power back on.
"I. I don't know. Holmes just said that he was going." He turned slowly and looked at me. "He also said that he was sorry, he didn't mean to hurt you. What did he mean by that?"
"I don't know." I said quickly.
We headed back to work, a unsettling silence between us.
And so it went on this way, for half a year. Watson started to live at my house. My cleaning got done a lot quicker. I would go by Baker Street everyday, but nothing ever changed. All of his things, including his deerstalker and iverness.
I lost a lot of weight, and I stopped carring about things as much. I had no sympathy for the people that I arrested, and I became cold and uncaring.
Then the tech lab did it. They were able to find a way to go back in time. When I started to think about it, I thought that Sherlock might have gone back in time. One night I snuck in and closed my eyes. I typed in a random number, hoping that it was right.
"Sherlock Holmes, I'm not letting you get away that easily, ' I said before hitting the button .. .
And then it all stopped.
I was going on my way to Holmes' house, and noted that the lights were off inside.
On entering, I saw that everything looked left in haste.
"Holmes? Watson?"
I gasped when I entered the kitchen. Watson was shut down.
"Watson! What happened?" I said as I turned his power back on.
"I. I don't know. Holmes just said that he was going." He turned slowly and looked at me. "He also said that he was sorry, he didn't mean to hurt you. What did he mean by that?"
"I don't know." I said quickly.
We headed back to work, a unsettling silence between us.
And so it went on this way, for half a year. Watson started to live at my house. My cleaning got done a lot quicker. I would go by Baker Street everyday, but nothing ever changed. All of his things, including his deerstalker and iverness.
I lost a lot of weight, and I stopped carring about things as much. I had no sympathy for the people that I arrested, and I became cold and uncaring.
Then the tech lab did it. They were able to find a way to go back in time. When I started to think about it, I thought that Sherlock might have gone back in time. One night I snuck in and closed my eyes. I typed in a random number, hoping that it was right.
"Sherlock Holmes, I'm not letting you get away that easily, ' I said before hitting the button .. .
