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[pocketwatson.livejournal.com]

It - [breathe] - It wasn't all fake.

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Long tag is long. feel free to ignore

[notanamateur.livejournal.com]

[The hardest part about all this is not being able to tell John. Sherlock doesn't care about his shattered reputation or about the fact that all of five people had attended his funeral. No, what really eats away at him is seeing how badly his friend is suffering and not being able to do a thing about it.

He could try and contact him. In fact, there are multiple times he's started to text John, only to delete the message before sending it. It's not safe. Not until he can be sure the hitmen are taken care of. All it takes is one wrong step to put John and Mrs, Hudson and anyone else who ever helped him back in the line of fire.

Better to hold back, to let John grieve. Better to see him sad than to see him dead.]

ffft Sherlock :(

[pocketwatson.livejournal.com]

[The hardest part for John is pretending to be okay for everyone else. Mrs. Hudson needs him, after all, and he can't bring himself to fall to pieces in front of Lestrade or Molly or anyone.

But when he's on his own, then it's okay. He even finds himself checking his phone all the time, maybe he missed a text, maybe he forgot to take it off silent. And when he finally wonders if Sherlock's phone number still works, he can't stop himself from sending a text:]



[God, he's going crazy.]

Tonight is for all the threads. RP the feels away

[notanamateur.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock's more than a little surprised when his phone goes off. He really should dispose of it properly, but to not even have the option... He opens the text and goes still. John. John's texting him even though he knows Sherlock is dead. What a silly, pointless, completely human thing to do.

And it stings.

He stares at the message, reading and rereading until the display light dims and goes out. The urge to respond swells. Maybe...]

My thoughts exactly. I have work in five hours but then I'm on a bus for ten hours so sleep then.

[pocketwatson.livejournal.com]

[And John, for all this stupid foolishness that he can't get rid of, stares at his phone as if he's expecting a text back. A text reprimanding him for being sentimental. Even a text saying Who The Hell Is This. He runs his thumb over the screen of the phone before he slips it back in his pocket.]

[alldosillythngs.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

[pocketwatson.livejournal.com]

Sherlock. All that he did, all that he was - I'll never believe it was fake. I know it wasn't.

[alldosillythngs.livejournal.com]

You mean the things they're saying about him in the papers?

I....I don't want to believe it, either. Well...can't believe it, actually.

[the-whiphand.livejournal.com]

Of course it wasn't. Journalists are all stupid.

[She's standing there, right as rain, proof that dead people do still walk around.] Hello, Doctor. How are you?

[pocketwatson.livejournal.com]

[On any normal day, he would react to her being there. Alive. But his mind is first and foremost on Sherlock and the very distinct lack of Sherlock.]

I know that. About five people in the whole damn country know. But he said - The bloody bastard lied to me as his final words.

[the-whiphand.livejournal.com]

Then he's not gone.

[misskittywinter.livejournal.com]

The papers are full of bullshit, John.

[pocketwatson.livejournal.com]

It's not just the papers. It's ... Nothing. It's nothing.

[misskittywinter.livejournal.com]

What is it?

Long tag is long. feel free to ignore

[notanamateur.livejournal.com]

[The hardest part about all this is not being able to tell John. Sherlock doesn't care about his shattered reputation or about the fact that all of five people had attended his funeral. No, what really eats away at him is seeing how badly his friend is suffering and not being able to do a thing about it.

He could try and contact him. In fact, there are multiple times he's started to text John, only to delete the message before sending it. It's not safe. Not until he can be sure the hitmen are taken care of. All it takes is one wrong step to put John and Mrs, Hudson and anyone else who ever helped him back in the line of fire.

Better to hold back, to let John grieve. Better to see him sad than to see him dead.]

ffft Sherlock :(

[pocketwatson.livejournal.com]

[The hardest part for John is pretending to be okay for everyone else. Mrs. Hudson needs him, after all, and he can't bring himself to fall to pieces in front of Lestrade or Molly or anyone.

But when he's on his own, then it's okay. He even finds himself checking his phone all the time, maybe he missed a text, maybe he forgot to take it off silent. And when he finally wonders if Sherlock's phone number still works, he can't stop himself from sending a text:]



[God, he's going crazy.]

Tonight is for all the threads. RP the feels away

[notanamateur.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock's more than a little surprised when his phone goes off. He really should dispose of it properly, but to not even have the option... He opens the text and goes still. John. John's texting him even though he knows Sherlock is dead. What a silly, pointless, completely human thing to do.

And it stings.

He stares at the message, reading and rereading until the display light dims and goes out. The urge to respond swells. Maybe...]

[alldosillythngs.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

[pocketwatson.livejournal.com]

Sherlock. All that he did, all that he was - I'll never believe it was fake. I know it wasn't.

[alldosillythngs.livejournal.com]

You mean the things they're saying about him in the papers?

I....I don't want to believe it, either. Well...can't believe it, actually.

[the-whiphand.livejournal.com]

Of course it wasn't. Journalists are all stupid.

[She's standing there, right as rain, proof that dead people do still walk around.] Hello, Doctor. How are you?

[pocketwatson.livejournal.com]

[On any normal day, he would react to her being there. Alive. But his mind is first and foremost on Sherlock and the very distinct lack of Sherlock.]

I know that. About five people in the whole damn country know. But he said - The bloody bastard lied to me as his final words.

[the-whiphand.livejournal.com]

Then he's not gone.

[misskittywinter.livejournal.com]

The papers are full of bullshit, John.

[pocketwatson.livejournal.com]

It's not just the papers. It's ... Nothing. It's nothing.

[misskittywinter.livejournal.com]

What is it?