A/n: Thanks for commenting. And again, sorry for the long wait, I've got to admit I'm rather lazy…
Also, a good thing: I've more inspiration for this fanfic then ever, though, at a high cost. A very good friend of mine is disappearing out of my life, so I know exactly what Holmes and Watson are going through.
I think I'm going to reply to your wonderful comments here too, since I don't know how I can reply.
VHunter7: It was the idea to make an unique story. :D. And don't worry, we'll see plenty of both Holmes's and Watson's reaction.
KCS: Watson is the only one who can control Holmes, and they both know it.
Sarince: Thanks for your kind words, normally my English is better, but because I'm busy, I don't have time to really check what I wrote. And don't worry, we still have a long way to go.
Qwerkee: Thank you for your kind words, I most certainly shall continue on this story. And what else are big brothers for, aye?
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--Holmes--
I awoke early, with a strange sense of premonition. Like something bad happened. I thought nothing of it, and entered the sitting room.
I gasped in shock, everything that belonged to Watson was gone. Surely he hadn't fulfilled his treat, now did he? In shock I ran upstairs, but he wasn't there. I slowly walked back to the sitting room, and noticed a note lying on the table.
I'm sorry, that it has to end like this, Holmes. I gave you a choice and you chose against me, so I accept that choice, with deep regret, and leave.
Watson.
Oh no, oh dear God above, no, this can't be real. What have I done?!
--Watson--
I had packed my bags when Holmes was drug induced, I think he didn't even notice the fact, for he made no comment whatsoever.
I went to the club, and asked the help of a very good friend of mine, named James Herlines to help me move my things to the room I had rented a couple of minutes beforehand. That night, when I had retired to bed after playing some billiard I thought thing over. I decided that it was indeed a good option to go to his brother, Mycroft, but what was I going to say?
"Hello Mycroft, I have moved out of Baker Street because Holmes didn't want to quit his habit."?
Sure, I can say that, but it would come over in to-good-a-way.
I didn't think long after that, because Morpheus took me in his hand.
That morning I awoke refreshed, and with hope. I doffed myself, and went downstairs to consume a healthy breakfast before I made way to The Diogenes club.
I was just out on the street when I already found a hansom where nobody was in. I waved it down, and got in. When we arrived, I found that I had just enough money to pay the trip. Which meant I needed to walk the way back. And it looked like it was about to rain…
I couldn't be distracted though, I needed to focus on what was going on.
--- Holmes ---
"MISSES HUDSON" I yelled down the stairs.
The woman immediately came storming out of the kitchen.
"What is it, Mr. Holmes?"
"Do you happen to know where Watson is?"
"He's gone, Mr. Holmes, I saw him leaving yesterday evening around five."
'Thank you, Ms. Hudson."
I went back in the room, and let myself drop in my armchair… He was really gone.
No! That can't be! I need to find him!
And then what? Apologise?
It's too late for that.
I can only do one thing. Try to do what he asked of me.
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A/n: Both are working, but is that good enough? And is anyone willing to be my beta-reader? Thanks in advance.