*EDIT* Sorry not actually updating, just remembered that it's Supernatural, not Doctor Who! Sorry!
Okay. I'm doing this again. Sorry it's been a while, but I've been caught up in a bunch of stuff with school and other stories and things. It's been crazy. So, prompt was Sherlock, (do) anything (as in he would do anything for John), Sherlock. They requested no romance, but if you look with your shipper goggles on, you could probably find some Johnlock. Hope everyone enjoys!
Imagine yourself in a pub in London, drinking your favorite alcoholic beverage, when a tall man in a dark coat walks in. You think you recognize him as that internet detective the papers have been talking about, the one that faked his death. You look up when you see the tall man sit beside you at the bar. You don't think he's one to usually be at a bar, if the scowl on his face is anything to go by. He's gorgeous, milky skin stretched over sharp cheekbones, severe cupid's bow lips, a shock of curly dark hair, and eyes that you can't quite pinpoint the color of. His head lands in his arms and you are tempted to ask him what's wrong. You order two more drinks and slide the other one to the tall man.
"You alright?" You ask him when he swigs the drink back and swallows it all in one gulp.
"Peachy." He snaps. You look over to him and watch him carefully as he stares at his empty glass. He calls over the waiter and orders another one.
"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask him, trying to be friendly. The man sighs and sips his drink.
"What would you like to know? How I did it? How I faked my death? Or maybe you'd like to know why?" The contempt in the man's voice is enough to make you regret asking him. He finishes his second drink and orders another one, draining it before continuing. "The answer to the first few questions is very complicated, and I doubt your tiny mind could comprehend what I would tell you. But the last one, the last one is very simple. I did it for John."
John Watson, you think his name is. You know the man next to you is Sherlock Holmes, which means it's very easy for you to guess who he's talking about. You've visited John's website on a number of times, wondering what the newspapers were talking about.
"He is my only friend, of course I would do anything for him. I've died for him, I'd kill for him. Even now, I'm getting drunk for him." He drains another glass. "He got married. Foolish business if you ask me. Two people that are living together go to church, have a party, go on holiday, and continue living together. Pointless, really. I wouldn't have gone, but John wanted me to be his best man. I agreed, as I said, I would do anything for him. Lucky for me, there was a murderer. Stopped him of course, it's what we do. John and I. Though, now it will be John, Mary and I." Another glass drained. You slowly sip the liquid in your own glass as you listen to his story. You think he's had a few before coming to this pub. "End of an era. That's what Mrs Hudson said. I didn't want to believe her, John and I would still be solving crimes, nothing would be ending. But it is. It will no longer be Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. Now it's Sherlock Holmes and John and Mary Watson. It's almost, familial." Sherlock spits out the word, his face contorting in disgust.
"Nothing ever stays the same." You comment, your body buzzing from the alcohol.
"Of course not." He snaps. "What would be the point if it did?" He looks down at his drink and sips at it. "But John. John wasn't supposed to change. He was supposed to understand! He was supposed to figure it out! I told him, I told him it was all a trick. Human error, I suppose." He drains the glass and stands, slightly wobbly, but still graceful. He calls the wait or over and tell him to send the bill to someone called Mycroft.
"His, or yours?" You ask, in regards to the human error comment. He looks back at you, his eyes contemplative.
"Both." He answers, walking away from you. You finish your drink and pay your tab, getting a cab back home.
When you wake up in the morning, after dealing with the aftermath of your night out, you are left to wonder if it was all a dream. Your memories are fuzzy, but you're almost certain you talked to Sherlock Holmes. What you do know is that he would do anything for John Watson.
Hope you enjoyed! Next chapter is Supernatural! I'll try to update sooner, just be sure to give me a prompt! Just a reminder (because I know it's been a while) it goes: Fandom, One/Two word prompt, Character. See you next chapter!