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Sherlock's things were as he left them, John tried to not let them get dusty. There were so many memories around him and sometimes he didn't know how he could take it.
Sherlock had laid down in his chair, tired and exhausted. He hadn't even made it to his room before collapsing. The case had taken Sherlock weeks to crack and John knew that the only sleep Sherlock had gotten were irregular cat naps. Clothes a mess he managed to fit his entire body into the chair as he slept.
"You're always running yourself ragged," John said softly. If Sherlock had when he awoke hours later why his coat was on the hanger and there was a blanket over him he never said anything.
John was almost in a daze as he called Lyra. "Hey its John," he said when she answered.
"Hey John," she said. "Is everything alright?"
"Fine," he answered bluntly. He took a deep breath before continuing. "I was just wondering if you wanted Sherlock's things. I haven't thrown anything out." Mycroft had been fine with John keeping everything. Mycroft would have probably just put everything in storage instead of looking at things that dredged up old memories every single say. John hadn't even gotten rid of Sherlock's cigarettes.
Sherlock would never again demand cigarettes while holding a bloody harpoon. It was weird, the things he now missed.
"Or just look at them," John added when Lyra hadn't replied. "I just thought since your his family..."
"In a way so are you," Lyra said. She paused. "He still has his violin, doesn't he?"
"Yeah he does," John said. After a very tiring day for John, Sherlock had played the violin for him. Sherlock thinking to do something like that had taken John by surprise but Sherlock insisted. And John was lured to sleep by what he suspected was one of Sherlock's original pieces.
"Well his things are here if you want them," John said. "Even if its just to come by to see them." He wondered how she would react to this place, how different this was from how Sherlock and her lived as kids.
"Thanks John. I might come by in a few days." He tried to give her the address but she interrupted him with "Really John every knows where Sherlock. I'm surprised it never got him-" They both knew exactly what she was going to say.
Killed, John thought. It wasn't a criminal that killed Sherlock Holmes in the end. It was the lies that the papers had spread. More so it was Sherlock himself.
"I used to sit outside his room to listen to him practice," she said. "It was so beautiful. He had a real gift." Silence stretched out between them. "Thanks for the offer. Bye John."
"Bye." He hung up. John had never touched the violin in his time with Sherlock. He wished that picking it up now would cause Sherlock to walk in and ask him what he was doing. But he knew it wouldn't.
In one of the Sherlock Holmes stories John tells Sherlock to clean up and Sherlock ends up getting stuff out and telling John about one of his earlier cases. It would be nice to see that happen in the series.
I hope Sebastian Moran shows up in season 4.
