.

"So lately, I've been wondering:
who will be there to take my place?
When I'm gone, you need love
to light the shadows on your face.

Lately, I work out a way
to make it back, some day,
to watch you, to guide you
through the darkest of your days."

Sherlock finds himself standing at the windows, staring down onto the bustling streets of none other than the (supposedly) beautiful country of New Zealand.

John loves it here. He went on a holiday with Sarah a couple years ago and he hadn't shut up when he had come back home, not that John had thought Sherlock was listening. But it had been impossible not to listen; John had been like a schoolgirl fresh from prom.

Sherlock doesn't understand it. It's a place. It's got beauty, he supposes, but he's a Britain at heart and, after being away for so long as it were, he can't appreciate it. Ideally, he just wants to go back home, but he can't do that. Not yet.

He wonders what life is like back there. Probably went on without him like it had been before, Sherlock was sure. Except for the few people's lives that he had touched (not that he had tried to make an impression, mind), no one else probably cared. He was just a fraud. A liar.

Except he wasn't, he isn't. No one knows that yet, of course.

Molly... Brilliant Molly. How could have he not seen? He noticed things and then he noticed things... and, admittingly, he hadn't noticed at all with her. She had turned out to be the one person who mattered the most and no one, even him, had realised that for a time.

Mrs Hudson... Sherlock sighs when he thinks about how it probably affected their older landlady. She was the closest thing that he had had to a mother- not that he wanted one- and their relationship had been special. Not to mention, Sherlock misses her cooking.

Lestrade... Greg. He'd put on a show there at last, arresting him. Sherlock smirks at the memory, but it dies away quickly, as does most traces of humour these days. Never did he think he'd see the day where he missed Scotland Yard. Bumbling idiots.

And John...

Sherlock wonders if John's moved on, accepted what Sherlock was or what he claimed to be, if he's found a girlfriend and stuck with her and how Baker Street is. If John's PTSD has come back or if he had wished to go back to war or had he continued on like nothing at all?

But knows the answer to that: John was his blogger. His best friend. He would have done anything for Sherlock, followed him anywhere, even to death.

Sherlock wonders what he will return to, when he returns.

Because one day, he will. He will return. Back to London and back to John, and Hat-Man and Robin or not, they would be together again.

"If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go.
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go."

Song: Wherever You Will Go by The Calling.
Disclaimer: I do not own the song or Sherlock.

I meant to work a bit of John's POV into this because I think this song fits him, too, the chorus, specifically, but I liked this, so I left it at that. Although I don't think many people like the choice of music anyway... not many people are reading anymore. (Or maybe that's because everybody else has already seen Series Three and can't be bothered with my drivel. :p)

Nonetheless! Sanity check: five days until the premiere! YES.