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.

44. 12 12 2012

Dear Sherlock,

It's 12/12/12 today, a rather momentous occasion. There won't be another date like this for nearly 100 years, which makes me feel lucky that I've been around to see it. Someone born tomorrow may never see a day that has all of its numbers the same. In some ways it scares me, because I won't live long enough to see another one. How awfully realistic.

So on this apparently special day, I've decided to go out for coffee by myself and just relax a bit. I've got no patients booked in for today and Sarah and the other doctors said that they could cover for me so I can take this much-needed time off. Sitting here in the café, drinking coffee with a slice of millionaire shortbread, a piece of paper and a pen. Doesn't get much more tranquil than this at 9 o'clock in the morning.

There's not much I can say about my life at the minute. Not much has been happening that's any different or interesting. Oh, but there was progress with that serial killer case I mentioned before. Greg was able to track down the murderer after receiving an anonymous tip. He jokes that it was you, because we can't think of anyone else who could have solved it. There's another consulting detective out there in the world somewhere! I'm kidding. There was only ever one and there only ever will be one.

Though this letter will end up being relatively short, the excuse that I'm using is that you don't want to hear anything irrelevant or boring. So enjoy your newspapers, and have a good afterlife, if such a life exists.

Love,

Your John.