A/N: So I had this weird, wistful kind of angst this morning, and...
Word Count: 250
Ship(s): implied onesided!John/Sherlock
Warning(s): Mentions of John wanting to have sex with a woman, which I guess is kind of horrifying for some people.
Can't Help It
John tries to get over Sherlock.
It really should have been easy. John has no problem getting dates with nice girls, either on his own or being set up by Sarah, his first nice girl turned friend.
John is out with a girl today, in fact. Her name is Sandra. She's shorter than John, but not by much, with curves in the right places, big blue eyes and a tinkling laugh. She's pretty and could easily be gorgeous if she cut her hair and dressed a little better, she's sweet but not altogether shy, and she eats her food without a trace of self consciousness. She looks and acts, for all intents and purposes, just like the kind of girl that John would have thrown himself at before Afghanistan. Probably, John still would – he's enjoying the date, enjoying her, trying his best to act cool and casual and not too much like he wants to have sex with her. They're hitting it off, actually. In another world, Sandra could have been the woman John would want to grow old with.
But this world is this world. He's hitting it off with Sandra; they're laughing and having a good time and Sandra has already suggested that she'd probably let him come home with her. But when his phone buzzes, John checks it. And when it's from Sherlock, ordering him to come down to the Yard, he smiles, apologizes, and leaves early.
John tries to get over Sherlock, but he won't.
It would be really cool if my love for reviews weren't unrequited.