Hi again! Thanks to every one who's reviewed so far! It got you two chapters! This story is quite confusing I realized...things will begin to clear up as you read but if there are any questions (that don't include spoilers) I'll try to clear anything up as best I can.
~SimmonsButterflys
Disclaimer: I don't own BBC Sherlock or Doctor Who. :( I do however, know how to make cake! :D
John walked into the house and set his keys on the table, "Mary I'm home." he called through the hallway, "I brought home the milk you wanted!" He listened for a reply but got none. Fear clutched him as he hurried into the living room only to find Mary fast asleep on the couch of 221B. Mrs. Hudson looked up from whatever she was pulling out of the oven,
"She looked exhausted," the landlady explained, "so I just popped up and said, 'Mary, why don't you let me finish with the cookies, you take a nap.' So she laid down about ten minutes ago and I'm all finished now with the cookies so I'll leave you to whatever you need to do." She smiled and turned to go,
"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson, you're a saint." John told her as she closed the door behind her. After Mrs. Hudson left John put away the groceries and cleaned up the kitchen. With nothing else to do he sat down and pulled open his laptop,
"What are you typing?" A voice asked. John looked up to see Sherlock sitting at the dining room table filling several test tubes with some kind of liquid. John looked back down at his computer before turning back to the tall figure,
"I was just going to look up where it would be best to get a stroller, that's all." He replied,
"Oh, how dull. You could be doing something more exciting you know." Sherlock muttered,
"Yeah?" John asked, "Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know, what's new in the crime section of the paper?" Sherlock demanded. John picked up the paper and began to flip through it,
"Uh, here's something, "Man Offers Reward for the Finding of his Stolen Antique Ring", what do you think about that?"
"That? I read it through already, it was obviously the man's daughter. She gave it to her lover through the window and he, in turn, went out and sold it for a handsome price. Just wait and watch, she'll go missing in a few days and no one will know what's become of her."
"My goodness, shouldn't we do something about it?" John asked in some awe, "It seems quite unfair to the poor girl's father."
"I suppose you could type it up and maybe someone will have the audacity to actually listen to you."
"It's worth a try."
"Quite right, I need you to stop talking to me right now, I'm busy."
"Alright then, don't push." John turned back to his computer and then, a little while later he posted his newest story. He glanced up at the dining room once more only to find that the test tubes were gone as well as the consulting detective. He stood up and wandered into the kitchen. There he put the kettle on and began to boil some water for tea. Mary moved slightly and sighed as she opened her eyes,
"Hey, John," she mumbled, "how long have I been out for?" John glanced up at the clock,
"From when I first got here? Fifty minutes or so." Mary nodded and then groaned as she pulled herself to her feet. "I made tea." John put in, "Do you want some?"
Mary smiled, "tea would be lovely, thanks dear." John handed her a cup after he had prepared it just like how she desired. He sat down on one of the chairs with his own cup and picked up the news paper his eyes rolled down the crime section and they scanned through the different events. A murder, a theft, plenty of missing pets and several ads tossed in as well.
John sighed and tried to focus on other sections of the news. It seemed to be difficult though. He kept hearing his therapist's voice asking him over and over again if he had posted on his blog about Sherlock not being real. Nobody got it. Sherlock was real. At least, he was real to John Watson. Some people might have accused him as having an imaginary friend but Sherlock was different than an imaginary friend. He wasn't there when John was bored or needed someone to talk to; Sherlock was there whenever he was bored or when he seemed like he needed to talk to someone. There was a distinct difference. John tried to help Sherlock when he was feeling this way but sometimes it was a trifle inconvenient and it could get rather bothersome. If the army doctor tried to ignore the tall man Sherlock seemed to grow more and more real and irksome.
But then there were those moments that everything seemed to change. His mood, his house, the world even would seem to just change on him. Sometimes it was the lack of traffic, other times it was people in the street. It felt odd. Like something was out of place. John had often wondered this but he had never gotten very far into investigating it. There had always been something in the way or he just didn't feel like it. These were the times that he felt…wrong. John shook his head and shooed the thoughts from his mind, he needed some fresh air. With a grunt he got up and walked down the stairs. Upon exiting the building he began his usual walk routine and turned left down Baker St. Eventually, he would end up back home but right now he needed to think.
Cars whizzed by him and people went about their business. John glanced at each person as they passed him. A woman with her hair in a tight ponytail was reading a book and headed straight for a telephone pole, a man strolled by swinging an umbrella as he walked, another man stood on a corner before a crosswalk looking at a map, and another woman passed Watson texting with her black, curly hair bouncing as she walked she looked at John as she passed him and seemed on the verge of saying something before seeming to change her mind and move on. Something was off. John turned around and began re-walking the way he came. Everyone still was going about their walks as if nothing in the world was scheduled for them to get to. John glanced at the man standing at the crosswalk, trying to decide if he should help him. He turned to go ask him if he needed assistance and almost ran into the girl with the book,
"Excuse me," he apologized but the female paid him no heed and simply moved on. John shook his head. Some people were real book worms.
This one is actually very important. John will be confronted with some shocking news in the next chapter (dun, Dun DUN!).
Yours in Christ,
~SimmonsButterflys