Grief Chapter 2: Thoughts

"The more man meditates upon good thoughts, the better will be his world and the world at large" -Confucius

So, I decided that I would carry on with this story as some people did like it.

I have to say that this story probably won't be slash, as I don't really feel comfortable writing slash ( I admit I do enjoy reading it) I just think that it is not within my writing capabilities.

This story will most definitely be a Bromance, no doubt about it. I just love that Holmes and Watson are so close.

I have never written something like this before so be nice to me please, as I'm not sure how it will go.

Holmes

I sighed as I sat back in my armchair and lit my pipe. Lestrade had been by on his way to Watson's home and informed me of the dreadful news. I, myself, had never really been a great fan of Mary, but I knew how much she meant to Watson and my heart ached for him. His wife meant the world to him, she really did, and I knew that he was the same to her as she was to him.

I sighed again, taking in a puff of smoke and blowing it out quickly. My smoking was already starting to pollute the sitting room and no doubt that Mrs Hudson would have something to say about it later, she always did, but for the moment I had more important things on my mind.

I wondered if Watson would come here after he heard the news. Or would he just wallow in his sadness, alone in that now empty house of his. I hoped he would not for I hope I could be a source of comfort to him, as he had been for me many a time.

I closed my eyes and just sat in silence for a while. Lestrade has probably been and gone from Watson's by now, I just hope that Watson knows that I am here for him. I know I am normally cold, abrupt and sometimes even rude, but that is the front I put on for the world, except Watson as I occasionally let my mask slip a little and he is able to see the real me. I do act the way I do for a reason, it is because I do not wish for any of my enemies (as I have rather a lot, an occupational hazard, one might say) to know any of my weaknesses.

I do have few weaknesses, not many, but if any of the London criminals that I had put behind bars found out any of them, I had no doubt that they would use it against me.

One of my weaknesses is Mrs Hudson. I know, I know, I do tend to snap at the lady and generally just be rude to her, but, I have to admit, without her excellent house-keeping skills and endless patience, I would have been without lodgings within my first week of moving in.

My other weakness, as I am sure you have guessed, is Watson. Without Watson I can honestly say that I would have no clue what do to, he is the thing that holds me together, I am well aware that what I have just though sounds like it should be included in one of Watson's overly romanticised stories, but its all true. He is as great a companion as any man could ask for, brave, strong, humorous, a doctor (I can't tell you how many times that has saved me and many other people) and also a crack-shot (which has proved to be very, very valuable in some of my more extreme cases).

I refilled my pipe as it ran out and lit it again. Mrs Hudson would complain, but for now I just wanted to think and smoke in peace.

I stood up, made my way towards the fire that was slowly dwindling and realising that it was suddenly chilly, picked up the poker and started coaxing the flames to rise upwards again, then went back to smoking in my armchair, basking in the warmth that the fire was now giving off.

For a while I sat there and watched the flames, crackling merrily, as though nothing was wrong in the world, then, not for the first time, I wondered what it would be like if I had not chosen to become a consulting detective. The first thought that came to mind would be; boring! There was no doubt in my mind that having an average pedestrian job would bore me senseless. Also, without me out there doing what I do best, some, no most, of the most notorious criminals in London would still be on the loose, and doing what they do best.

Contrary to that, I also thought of why it could be a good thing for me to give up my job in catching criminals. The biggest thing that jumps to my attention though, is that if I did indeed give up on this dangerous lifestyle, Watson would never be in harms way because of me again, and that was a very tempting thought.

Then, almost as soon as that thought came into my head I banished it. I knew that Watson liked doing what we did, I have seen him elbow deep in a fight with just a little bit of a gleam in his eyes. Yes, Watson likes the danger of cases as much as I do, maybe even more in fact, and he is spurred on by the knowledge that he is doing it for the benefit of others.

I was brought out of my musings by the doorbell ringing. I heard Mrs Hudson rushing to answer it and I stood and made my way towards the door, but not fast enough as the door swung open before I could get there and behind it stood Watson, looking as bad as I have ever seen him…

Ooohhh, a cliff-hanger.

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