"When will you show yourself to John, Sherlock?" Mycroft Holmes pondered to his younger brother. It had been around 3 days since Sherlock had finally decided to leave his room. Something that he was beginning to regret… a lot. Mycroft had continued to pester him about John Watson, asking him every day if he would finally show himself. Why does he care so much?
"Whenever I feel like it." Sherlock grumbled
"And when will that be?" Sherlock stayed silent "You have been in a foul mood since you left that restaurant, I understand why. However I do not understand why you constantly refuse to show yourself to your best friend. "
"He isn't my friend."
"He is and you will show yourself to him sooner or later, Sherlock. Whether you try to avoid it or not, the urge to do so will overcome you." Sherlock got up from his chair "Where are you going?"
"I need some fresh air."
"You will need bodyguards." Sherlock shrugged, at the moment, he really didn't care, as long as he was away from Mycroft.
Sherlock stared blankly out of the window of the black car, deep in thought.
Whether you try to avoid it or not, the urge to do so will overcome you.
Those words kept replaying in his mind like a broken cassette tape. Mycroft was right; eventually he would show himself to John. But when? A day? A week? Another Year? Would John even care? What if he didn't? What if Sherlock was rejected and forgotten 3 years ago? He took out his phone and stared at the it as if it had burst into flames. He began typing quickly
'I'm not dead. I'm so sorry John. -SH'
Sherlock looked at the text
Whether you try to avoid it or not, the urge to do so will overcome you.
Sherlock's thumb hovered over the send button. Should he? He stared at the screen, sighed, leant back and closed his eyes.
He pressed send.