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.

51. 30 01 2013

Dear Sherlock,

I was on a particularly dangerous case this past week, and I'll tell you now that I never want to have to do something like it again. It was a simple case of a small band of murdering vagabonds, but when I tried to interfere I got a bullet in my chest for my trouble. I'm alright, I suppose. Not dead at least, just a bit bruised at the minute, nothing for you to worry about. But I've taken some time off work whilst I recover. Now I think about it, I wonder how I managed to get myself shot when I spent half my time looking down the barrel of a gun when I was with you, but not once did I actually get shot. Yet now I get hit when I'm probably the safest I've been in years.

Everyone's been a great help whilst I've been in R&R. Mrs Hudson cooks my meals and makes me a cup of tea every now and again. She's been an angel, as she always has been. When I was in hospital she brought me some edible food so that I didn't have to eat the hospital shit. It was awful to be on a gurney again, so I got myself discharged after a day. I'm an army doctor, I can deal with bullet wounds.

Lestrade looked awfully guilty when he came to see me on Sunday. He kept apologising, saying that it was his fault that I got shot because he sent me in there and put me on the case. I told him over and over not to be like that, because I hadn't died and I was just doing my job. It's not like I haven't been wounded in action before.

But sometimes I think Lestrade blames himself for your death, seeing as he was the one who came to arrest you and forced you to run away in the first place. Maybe he thinks that if he'd let you stay in Baker Street and hadn't tried to take you in then you wouldn't have jumped off St. Bart's and you'd have solved all the stuff with Moriarty and proved that you weren't a fraud. But I've told him that Moriarty would always have gotten to you somehow, and the result would have been the same. And don't tell me you were a fake, because I will never believe it. Moriarty was responsible for your death, and I am certain of that. I don't know how, but he made you jump off that building. I wish I knew what happened back then, Sherlock. I just want to know.

Love,

Your John.