Title: Making the Connection
Story Summary: A non-chronological collection of short chapters based on one word prompts, includes (pre-)slash for Johnlock & Mystrade
Chapter Summary: After taking care of yet another of Moriarty's henchmen Sherlock can't help but think of what he had to leave behind. Post-Reichenbach character study. Prompt: Fixed
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Moffat, Gatiss & SACD.
A/N: And as most of the time the prompt came from oneword(dot)com, if you'd like to prompt me you can do so in a review or a PM.
One of the things he had always despised was boredom, it was pure agony. But now he found himself almost wishing back some of the consistency from his past. He had lost everything that had been a fixed part of his life before. His friend, his home, his city, his job, his family, hell, even his coat was gone.
Now he lived like a nomad, travelling the world. The hunt had made it necessary to be more adaptable than ever. He had always been good at hiding and blending in if he wanted to, but now he had abandoned his old appearance entirely. Some days it took him a few seconds to recognize himself when he saw his own reflection.
His hair colour changed every few weeks, going from ginger to blond to light brown and back, sometimes he even wore coloured contacts. He had given up on his wardrobe, because there really was no sense in carrying clothes around that would suit Russia in winter as well as Ecuador in summer. So now he just bought new clothes whenever they were needed and left them behind when he went off to follow another lead.
Five days ago he last ate food that his personal physician would approve of. It was Sunday morning now, he had just returned to his quarters after taking out one more of Moriarty's henchmen and his post-case meal consisted of one of yesterday's bagels with rancid margarine. All he could think of was one of Mrs Hudson's oven fresh scones with a spoonful of John's favourite strawberry jam and a nice cup of tea after catching London's latest murderer. He sighed. To Sherlock Holmes the one thing that was worse than boredom was having to be patient.