Letters To Sherlock

by jessisnotdeadyet

These are the letters that John wrote to Sherlock during the time when he was 'dead'. He left the letters on his grave every week on a Wednesday, starting from one month after the Fall. Includes Johnlock, and these letters lead on to a fanfiction in story form rather than letters which I am currently working on. Mystrade included in such fanfiction. Rated M for later chapters.

7. 28 03 2012

Dear Sherlock,

I think I am going to take a job at the hospital. Work at the surgery isn't really doing anything for me at the moment, and I know I'd be better off in a hospital environment. What do you think? I mean, getting a full-time job was never an option with you, so it feels strange to be faced with the possibility. But I need something to take my mind off this.

Mrs Hudson is doing very well. She seems to have gotten over you now, but sometimes I catch a glimpse of the sadness in her when she walks into the flat and sees that you're not there. I caught her staring at your violin yesterday, where it sits by the window. Like she was waiting for you to come home and play her a tune.

Sarah and I are doing fine. Just plodding along. Our relationship doesn't seem to be getting any better, but it's getting no worse either, so I'm happy to stay where I am.

Greg called me yesterday, asking me if I wanted to go out for a drink or two. I told him yes, so that is what I am doing tonight.

I still haven't seen Molly. I don't know if she's avoiding us or not. Maybe she feels too sad to come and see us. I wouldn't blame her if she is.

You know, I haven't seen hair nor hide of Mycroft since you died. It's as though he's disappeared entirely. But then, he was only ever your brother, not really one of my friends, certainly. I hope he's alright. Though he never seemed to care about anyone, I guess he must have when it came to you.

I realise that this is all quite trivial, but I wanted to write to you, even if the letters you receive are pointless and lacking in interest. I promised to keep you up to date and well-informed, and that is what I am doing.

Sherlock, there's one person I know you care about that I haven't mentioned in any of my letters, and that is Irene Adler. I told you that she was alright, and under protection from the US government, but I suppose I shouldn't have, because it was a lie. Irene Adler died. And I'm ashamed that I didn't tell you sooner, but I didn't think I could. I didn't want to ever see you unhappy.

I'm so sorry, Sherlock.

Your John.