The Blogger Returns

The night he had invited me in for tea was still a vivid memory. I had enjoyed it. We had talked. Just talked. It was almost midnight when I left, thanking the doctor for his kindness. John had thanked me too for the company.

I never spoke much about myself; I just mentioned I had been at Eton and Oxford and that I worked at a security company here in London all my life. That's where I'd met James. It was Jim's birth name but he'd always hated it. Watson didn't know this of course.

Within two hours of our conversation, it became clear there had been a sexual relationship between John and Holmes.

Just like me and Jim, I had thought when the doctor had returned to his kitchen to boil some more water. But I was sure he had fled away from my presence for a moment because his eyes had become wet a minute earlier. I had waited patiently until the man had returned with more tea.

I had been right about Doctor Watson; we were alike in so many ways.

We met for lunch a few days later. And dinner the week after.

Every time we met, I wondered why I kept in contact with him. I had thought that time he'd invited me for tea would be the one and only time I would speak with him. But compassion kept drawing me back to the doctor. I felt sorry. I felt guilty. But most of all, I felt alone. I was on my own in the capital where I had no friends. But the more we met, the more I hoped I could soon call John Watson my friend.

But secretly, I hoped he would eventually become more than just a friend.

But I wasn't in a rush. I didn't know if John was interested in men at all. I had figured by now he had loved Holmes. But what if that had only been the only time he allowed himself to be with another man? I had known from a very young age I was bisexual. But did John know what he preferred?

Every evening, I would look at John's blog. But he hadn't written anything since— well since then.

Until:

23th December

Slowly moving on

I never thought I would use my blog again, but it seems I have found a reason for it at last. I have moved out of Baker Street the month after the incident and I've kept to myself. I've visited Mrs. Hudson a few times, but apart from meeting with her and Mycroft sometimes, I have not had any social contact with anyone but my colleagues. Until recently. A few weeks ago... Read More

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I clicked to read the entry.

A few weeks ago, I had returned from my practice when a man halted me on the street. At first, I thought I knew him but I still cannot recall if I really do (I suppose he's just got a face that makes you think you've seen it before). He told me that he knew how I felt. I thought he was some lunatic trying to get a story out of me, (I've been bothered a lot since last summer by the press), but he simply seemed to be a bloke who had lost someone too recently. I invited him in for tea and we talked the entire evening.

I've met with him a few times, and I've begun to really enjoy his company. And I feel sorry for him. He's like me. He's lonely and he just wants a friend. I think, maybe, I should be that friend. I'm sure Sherlock would have wanted me to continue my dull ordinary life...

I smiled, feeling warm and content. I scrolled down to reach the comments below the entry.

Hello, brother! So glad to see you writing and dating again!

Is he good looking? ;)

What are you doing for Christmas?

Harry Watson23 December 12:05

I'm writing, but not dating, Harry.

I'm staying home. Sorry, but I'm not available for Christmas dinner this year.

John Watson23 December 13:48

Will you be coming around for tea soon?

Mrs. Hudson 23 December 15:19

I'll take you out for lunch soon. I'd rather not come to Baker Street yet.

John Watson23 December 15:27

Hello, John! Lovely to see you updating again! Did you look at my blog recently? I've got a new cat! I was thinking about calling him... you-know-what but I decided that might not be a good idea. So he's called Timber.

Maybe this isn't an appropriate question now, but would you like to go out for a drink soon?

Molly Hooper23 December 17:08

You didn't answer the question ;) Was he handsome?

Harry Watson23 December 17:52

Why would you care Harry. Please remember you're a lesbian.

John Watson23 December 19:17

John! Goodness gracious, I'm so glad to hear from you again!

Call me soon, will you?

Mike Stamford 23 December 19:45

I just want to know if he was your type!

Harry Watson23 December 20:06

No one is my type at the moment.

John Watson23 December 20:41

John, I'm glad to see you writing again. I hope it helps you deal with your grief.

I would like to hear about this friend during our next appointment.

E Thompson 23 December 20:59

I felt touched John wrote about me on his abandoned blog. Had I changed his life in such a way he had decided to pick his old one up again?

But what touched me the most was that John understood what I wanted. I wanted a friend. And he did too. This was good. Very good.

I picked up my phone and sent a text to John Watson

Want to go out on Christmas Eve?

Less than half an hour later, I got a text back.

I didn't have any plans but I suppose sitting at home isn't any way to celebrate Christmas.

I smiled fondly at my phone and replied

No my friend. It is the nightwe shall make London unsafe.

Immediately I got a reply:

Fantastic :)

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