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.

9. 11 04 2012

Dear Sherlock,

Work is really taking it out of me. I'm so tired all the time, both mentally and physically, but it's all better than being bored again. I feel more like I used to; tired and hungry, but for different reasons than when I was with you. Working at the hospital is helping me a great deal, though, and now I can pay off more of the rent, which makes me feel better about dumping myself on Mrs Hudson still.

Speaking of which, I am actually helping Mrs Hudson do up 221C, so that she can get someone else renting up there. We're having to strip everthing back before we can do anything to it. Actually, I'm doing all of the work, and Mrs Hudson is volunteering her support and her money to help me get finished.

So yes, I've been very busy for the past week, so it was hard to get any time at all to write this letter to you. But I've managed, and I'm writing this sat at the dinner table whilst eating a pizza I ordered. It's too big for me to finish by myself, because I expected Sarah round for tea, but she decided last minute that she couldn't come. So I'm left with a 20" pizza and a lonely flat. Not even Mrs Hudson is in tonight. She's gone out with Marie Turner from next door.

Drinks with Greg the other week went well, thanks for asking.

Your John.