To: Sherlock Holmes
Subject: Deerstalker
- You know... a hat isn't a Sherlock Holmes hat anymore. It's just a deerstalker.
John has moved out from 221B. John moved out awhile ago now. And, despite his intense plight to get away from all things that would remind him of his curly-haired detective, he has taken two things from the flat that aren't his.
One, the violin. Two, the hat.
The first was a stupid move. John definitely couldn't play the violin, that was for sure. That move was sentimentality. Sherlock would have been appalled.
The second was, in all rights, another stupid move. He could get more use out of it, naturally, but who walked around wearing a deerstalker hat? (Okay, there had been that one girl, in Town Hall, some reporter or something during the-)
It had become almost a tribute to Sherlock, really.
John glances up from his phone; he's twiddling it between his fingers as he waits for Harry to text him back. She's been planning to come visit for awhile- John can't avoid the confrontration any longer (it's not like he gets on worse with Harry now; he just can't stand the looks people still give him).
His eyes land on the deerstalker hat. It's been sitting, tossed, on the desk that John doesn't use anymore (that blog problem again, he won't work on his blog). That hat... John looks back at his phone and sends Sherlock a quick text before he crosses the room and picks the hat up. It's the same old hat that he knows and remembers and it's the same hat that Sherlock always used to hate and John had always thought that it was a bit funny...
He runs his fingers over the new material. Sherlock never wore it, at least, not past that time for photos in the clutches of Scotland Yard. He had tried to burn it once, actually- John had saved it and now he's glad that he did. The hat and the violin are the two things he has left of Sherlock.
The hat is a manifestation of Sherlock, of course, but it has changed over the months. (Weeks, his mind corrects him. He can't say months, not really; it hasn't been enough months.) It used to be a frenzy. Hat man had turned thousands of normal deerstalkers into Sherlock Holmes hats. It... well, John had said that the press would turn, and turn it had.
He just... he isn't able to think I told you so. He doesn't even want to, now.
He's slightly more in control of himself now. Just the slightest bit, but it's better than before. He's getting better... slowly.
He thinks.
John curls his fingers around Sherlock's hat tightly, wondering what Sherlock would say to know that, even after a few short months, he's already lost his legacy.
To: John Watson
Subject: (No subject)
- Failure to deliver message.
I have credit to give to Oasis Blackmore for the idea of Angelos (last chapter) and the hat. Thank you for your spectacular ideas!
I finished the whole series of these oneshots for myself. I won't be uploading them all at once, obviously, but I will say that it gets darker, in contrast to this text!isode, gets lighter, and gets a plot towards the end.
No longer taking ideas! Thanks for all of the suggestions!
Do I need to remind you to review? Nah... just type something in that box down there. xD