John P.O.V

"And it's over

And I'm going under

But I'm not giving up

I'm just giving in"

She was perfect. Well, to John at least. Mary was polite and was also very attractive John had to admit. There was just something about the way she smiled that made her seem so Innocent and well everything that was good in the world.

Mary and John had met about nine month after Sherlock's death. John had been doing a little better than before. Now the man enjoyed spending his time going for walks or visiting the library. He even went to movies alone sometimes.

It was a sunny Friday afternoon and John had the day off work. He had decided to spend this free time at the library.

She was carrying a rather large stack of books and he wasn't watching where he was going. When the two bumped into one another all her books came crashing to the of course quickly bent down to help her gather the books. And the rest they say is history.

They took things rather slow, far slower then John usually took relationships but he just didn't want to rush this relationship with her.

First Date:

John took a cab to Mary's small house. They weren't too far from one of John's favorite restaurants so the man decided they could just walk.

It had only just been over a year since Sherlock death and the man was still haunted by it. However the army doctor was trying his best to be cheerful around Mary so as not to worry her.

She looked stunning as she always did. Her long blond hair was curled and she was wearing a very flattering dress. Watson couldn't help the smile that crept slowly onto his lips when he saw her.

In the end the night had gone perfectly and the two had planned another date.

Two months of dating:

John and Mary weren't the kind of couple that enjoyed having anniversary's every month. They found each others company was more then enough for the both of them.

The two often went out for supper and a movie. The lovers aimed for at least once a week. They also sometimes just ate together at 221B. One would say they were almost perfect for one another. Matching puzzle pieces.

It was nice how Mary could take all the thoughts of Sherlock out of John's mind when she was around. Maybe that was why he liked her hanging around him so much. It was then that his mind wasn't so stressed. He felt calm and at peace.

It was a nice evening so the couple had decided to walk in the park which was not to far away from Baker Street.

Mary's hands were soft and small, Her fingers were tangled in his own as they walked side by side under the bright star painted sky. The woman yawned and leaned her head on John's shoulder. It was getting late.

The cab came to a stop on the street in front of Mary's little town house. John got out of the car first, moved as fast as his limp would let him to her side of the car and opened the door for her. Mary smiled and got out. She then began to walk up the path way to her home. John followed.

"Goodnight John," she said sweetly. John wished her a goodnight as well. However Mary didn't go inside and John didn't get back in the cab. After a few seconds Watson leaned in and softly pressed his lips against hers.

Three months of dating:

Harry had come to visit John for a few weeks. The mans sister had known how much he was hurt but Sherlock's passing and she worried. Harry had even stopped drinking because she knew her brother didn't like it as well he didn't need to worry about anything more. The two siblings had grown close again which Harry was thankful for. She knew her brother need her support.

It was nice having Harry around. He felt less alone when Mary wasn't with him because Harry was there. They played games together like Cluedo and John even at one point found himself laughing at something his sister had said.

Harry and Mary got along fairly well. However John could tell that his sister found his girlfriend boring and dull. Harry however was a far more flamboyant person then John and looked for anyone who was crazy just as she was. Harry of course would admit this to John because he was happy with Mary and that was all that really mattered to her.

Maybe he could move on and live without Sherlock. He was doing really well. Even his limp as starting to fade again. He could smile and laugh again. He was happy. The man's heart didn't feel so heavy anymore. It was like he was almost just almost alive again.

Four months of dating:

John was doing just fine even after Harry had left to go back home. Before she had left John had said that she was welcome back anytime she wanted. This made Harry happy.

All had been going well up until one lazy Sunday afternoon. Mary was over and John had just made the two of them cups of tea. Before John could sit down and talk with Mary there was a knock at the door. The army Doctor looked up in the direction of the sound.

"Come in," Watson called. The man expected to see waiting behind the door but when the door was pulled open it was Mycroft who was waiting on the other side. John froze. He hadn't talked to Mycroft since Sherlock's funeral. There must have been a terrified look on his face because soon enough Mary was by his side her hand placed lightly on his arm.

"Hello John," Mycroft smiled slightly.

"Mycroft hello, care for some tea?" Watson asked and relaxed slightly.

"No thanks, I came to just pick up Sherlock violin."

John flinched at the mention of Sherlock's name.

"Oh uhm of course. You can wait here and I'll go get it,"Watson smiled weakly and made his way into Sherlock's room.

His fingers wrapped around the cases handle. John however didn't hurry back to Mycroft. Instead he placed the instrument case up on Sherlock's bed.

Quickly John snapped the silver latches and opened up the case. The army doctor sighed sadly. He placed two fingers to his lips and the softly to the cold wooden instrument.

"Goodbye," he whispered. It was the. That something inside of John just snapped and he felt as though he were about to cry. He felt lost again. Instead of giving in John just shook off the feelings, closed the violin case, and returned back to Mycroft. He wouldn't allow himself to break down until he was alone.

Five months of dating:

He had stopped replying to her texts ad returning her calls. John was slowly slipping back into the life of what seemed to be like the walking dead. He felt so lifeless again. Whatever had broken inside of him that day when Mycroft took Sherlock's violin had changed him. He was no longer happy. He couldn't smile anymore because there was nothing good in this world. John just felt dead.

She had come to visit him one day when he had finished work. John had let her in without a word. He had gone back to barely speaking unless it was necessary.

"John listen," Mary spoke as she stood in the door way of 221B Baker Street. And listen John did. The army Doctor just stared blankly back at her. Mary sighed and began "I don't know what has happened to you. I wish I could I help I really do but you're just pushing me away. Maybe it's best if we just split up.

John nodded.

"Yes, I'm better off alone."