Sherlock... Where are you...



"John? John? Are you alright?" the worried voice of John's therapist doesn't reach to John's hearing.

"John?" she slightly shakes his shoulder and he comes back to this world. "What's on your mind, John?"

"He jumped...right in front of me. Why would he do that? I just don't understand."

"John, it's been two weeks. His suicide was tragic, but we can't bring him back."

"He's not dead. He can't be dead. I've seen him!" his eyes turn red. His voice is silent, almost whispering.

"You can't have seen him. John, you need to think straight. I've seen the autopsy report myself. What you're seeing are ghosts from the past. Things change when you meet somebody. Sometimes they turn your life upside down. From what I can tell, he has changed your way of living and now you miss that life with him. The dangerous life." She crosses her legs and bends over toward him.

"We were a team, me and him. We were Hatman and Robin." he giggles silently. "Weird thing is, he never liked that hat. I thought he looked fantastic in it." A tear rolls down his cheek.

"... I've read your blog. What you've been through together, it changed you. You finally came out of your shell. Now that Sherlock has been taken away from your daily life, you want to crawl back into your shell. Only this time, it's a different shell. A 'Sherlock' shell, if you like." She looks worriedly at him.

"I don't know, but I've been obsessing over his death. I'm afraid that when I get over his death, he might actually return. I'm sorry, I'm talking nonsense." He buries his head into his hands.

"Acceptance is hard, but once you've learned to accept, life will get better." She clicks her pen and puts the file next to her. "I want to see you again next week. Will Monday work for you?"

"Monday works fine. Thank you for your time." He stands up and gives a little nod, then walks out the room.



Home... A stinking hotel with bad light and no hot water. I need to find a new place soon. I need some sleep...



A cold wind blows down on the streets of London. There's no sign of any sunlight.

It'll start raining soon..

He looks up the sky, seeing a plane flying. A drop of rain falls on his nose. He puts up his collar and walks on.



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"Are you sure they won't find you here, Sherlock?" Molly looks worriedly at Sherlock.

Sherlock looks out of the kitchen window.

"Do you not know me, Molly? I can turn invisible with just a snap of my fingers." He snaps his fingers and turns away from the window.

"Fetch me something, Molly my dear." He walks towards her and looks her straight in the eyes.

She gazes upon him.

"Uhm, yeah, sure. Just tell me where I need to be and what you want." a slight smile appears on her face.

"221 B Baker Street. I need Miss Hudson."

"Miss Hudson? Alrighty, when do I pick her up?"

"Now." He turns around and leaves the kitchen. "Go on then, I've got stuff to do. I expect her to be here in half an hour." He leaves to go to the bathroom.

"O-okay." She looks a bit confused about the whole situation.. She picks up her coat, gets her keys and grabs her umbrella. She goes downstairs and leaves the flat.



Once outdoors, she sees John walking down the street. She walks towards him.



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"JOHN!" Molly screams, but he's muffled away into his coat.

"JOOOOOHN!!!" He hears her and looks up, slightly surprised and glad to see her.

"Oh Molly, haven't seen you in a while. How are you doing?"

Of course she feels glad to know that Sherlock still is alive, but John can't know about that. "I could do better, but I'm fine." She opens her umbrella and holds it over herself and John.

"Thanks, this rain was starting to get on my nerves. Where are you going?"

"Oh you're quite welcome, I'm going to Bak-..the bakery. I need bread. How are you holding up?" Her eyes are wide open and she bites her tongue.

"I'm hanging in there." He looks straight in front of him.

"So, John...where were you heading to?" Noticing it would become awkward if she wouldn't change the subject, she smiles slightly.

"Just an afternoon walk. Do you want me to keep you company?"

"Of course, a little company is always welcome" And they walk down the street together.

On the way to the bakery, their conversation runs at an end, but Molly knew that it wouldn't be wise to talk about Sherlock this soon. Or anything else for that matter. She doesn't have the slightest idea of how to talk to him. Silence would be the best option for this situation.



"Here's a bakery, shall we?" He looks at her with a tight smile.

"Oh, yeah, here's fine." she smiles and closes the umbrella.

They both go inside.



About five minutes later they're out on the street again.

"Listen, John, I have to go to work soon and I really should get ready. Should I drop you off somewhere?"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks though, I'll get a cab." He says with a tight smile.

"Are you sure? I mean.. You don't necessarily need to get a cab, I cou-" She gets interrupted by John.

"I'm alright, Molly." He looks serious.

"Oh okay..well then, I'll just leave you be then..." They stop in front of her flat and John looks at her.

"I'll see you around sometime. Goodbye, take care." His head turns a bit to the left, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah, I'll see you around. Goodbye, John." She turns around to open the door to her flat. When she turns around to say something, she sees John already walking across the street.



Sigh...