A/N: CUE MORE SAP. APPARENTLY I'M FULL OF TEARS I'M SO SORRY.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these poor, poor people. If I did THE EMPTY HEARSE WOULD'VE HAD MANY LESS TEARS. Please do not sue me.
John's visit to Scotland Yard had been disastrous.
No, that wasn't hyperbole. It was actually the most horrific experience he'd had since Sherlock's funeral.
When he'd first arrived, he almost turned right around and left, because the first person to greet him? Anderson.
Fucking.
Anderson.
When he spotted John it looked like his eyes would bug out of his head. "John," he said, far too loudly.
"Anderson," John muttered, brushing past him without making eye contact.
As if on cue, Sally appeared from Greg's office. This just keeps getting better, he thought bitterly.
"John?" She peered at him curiously, as if she'd never seen him before.
"Yeah," he confirmed. "It's me."
"Almost didn't recognize you without the Freak." Her tone was perfectly casual, and it took all of John's concentration not to strangle her.
"How dare you," he said, voice deadly calm. "Never speak to me again." Now he turned on Anderson. "If I see you again, I will punch you in your little rat face."
Without another word, he walked out of Scotland Yard.
Sherlock,
I'm such a bloody coward. I went to Scotland Yard today intending to talk to Greg about starting to pick up cases but I couldn't do it. Anderson and Donovan...greeted me, and after what Sally said, I about killed the both of them.
So I walked out. Like a coward.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't be brave enough to face them. I hope I'll be able to, eventually, but something about them just pissed me off. Might've been the complete lack of remorse.
Everything is just so raw right now. Maybe it'll go better after the holidays.
God, I hope so. For both our sake's.
John
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