Guess what? There's a new chapter! I've been stressed. Sorry. Do you guys have any Halloween plans? I'm dressing as Fem!Castiel. I love my costume.
Subject: A Seventh Wave
Hello Sherlock. I'm sitting on a balcony on a beach in Hawaii, looking down at the beach. It's quite amazing here. I am writing to you, now, because I feel like it. Also, because, I don't want to wait any longer. I'm watching out for a seventh wave. The locals here talk about an old folk-tale. The first six waves are predictable, separated with even space, each one would determine the next, they won't surprise you. But beware the seventh wave, for it is reckless in it's path, it breaks free from the rest, it's only that one wave that destroys everything. And after it's gone, Are things better? Or worse? I've been counting the waves for a long time now, but none of them has broken away yet. But I'm patient. I can wait. I won't give up hope.
Hello John. Thank you for that by the sea-mail. Wow. That was a bad joke, even for me. I miss you, John. There aren't any waves here in London. I'm not waiting for anything, only an E-mail from you.
Subject: A Fresh Start
Dear Sherlock, I'm okay, I know that you worry. Back home, Mary and I are trying to move forward in this relationship. We had a nice time, together, in Hawaii. We, now, know what we mean to each other. We know it's not everything, but it doesn't have to be. Mary knows that I've been writing to you again and that we've met. I told her that I just want to remain friends, online at least. Correspondents.
Love John
PS You've been living this new life of yours for quite a while now and you haven't told me a thing about it. Your pen-pal has a right to know. Does Greg feel at home in 221B? Does he have croissants for breakfast and eat snails for dinner? How do you spend your evenings? Does he wear boxers or does he go commando? How often do you have sex? How long does it take for him to get out of bed, given his age? Does he write you E-mails? Are you very much in love with him?
For breakfast, Greg has a cup of tea and jam on toast. We have sex all the time. I'm serious, it's non-stop. It makes both of your questions about what underwear he wears and how long it takes him to get out of bed rather redundant. It's hard finding time to write platonic E-mails to you what with all of this sex. And in our rare breaks, we watch a show he likes, called Doctor Who, but of course, it leads to sex. Now I have to go to a crime scene.
Sherlock
That was quite the answer, Sherlock. Have a nice afternoon.
PS You haven't told me if you are very much in love with him. Are you?
Do you really think that you can get an answer out of me like that? It even took Greg a while to convince me to watch that show. But you never really told me what you think of your relationship with Mary. Salvageable or other wise? How does she feel with us continuing this correspondence?
Please don't underestimate her. She stopped thinking of you as a rival for a while now. We have a partnership of convenience, I believe is what they call it nowadays.
I'm happy for you, John. Do you think we could meet up for a coffee to discuss our new calm lives? If you feel like it.
Are you free one day next week?
Hello?
Sherlock? Are you doing one of your experiments?
I'll try to post another chapter by Sunday. I needed to update. So...yeah. Hope you enjoyed!