Starting Again

[John Watson]

Ok I really could not resist it starting again on writing this fan fiction that I have been working on since the ending of season two. You can say that this is also a Watlock fan fiction as well.

Characters involved in the story:
Canons ~
Sherlock Holmes
Dr. John Watson
Mrs. Hudson
Gregory Lestrade
Jim Moriarty

Original~
Alysa Morgan (Later on. She's Mrs. Hudson's granddaughter.)(A young lady who has a goal to be a zookeeper at the London Zoo. Moves in to live with Mrs. Hudson.)
Jack Sanders (Criminal, is killed by Watson in an unmentioned part of the story.)
Bret Alberts (Criminal on the run, falsely accused of a murder. Running from Moriarty and the police.)


Plot: Sherlock jumped to his death nearly a year or two ago, John has been suffering with his PTSD along with sleepless nights. Then one day John gets a strange text message saying for him to meet an unknown person at a certain location. Naturally John does not trust strangers but goes to meet this person. He goes to the location, unexpectedly it was Sherlock who was standing there. The two immediately get back together under the same roof, and start solving a series of crimes.

Part One: Murder in the Eye. - A man is found murdered in one of the most popular attractions of London.
Chapter one: Admitting Love
Chapter two: A Strange Murder
Chapter three: No possibility
Chapter four: Case solved
Chapter five: Give us a Try

Part Two: Murder at the Zoo - A second man is found dead in a fish tank full of man eating fish where Alysa Morgan interns at.
Chapter one: Meeting Alysa
Chapter two: Man in the tank
Chapter three: A disturbed breakfast
Chapter four: pointing fingers
Chapter five: It's murder, not suicide, with a strange clue.
Chapter six: How about a date?

*The rest of the parts will be announced as they are done being planned out.

[John Watson]

Chapter One: Admitting Love

“Good night.. Idiots.” Sherlock said as the tall, pale skinned man got into the cabbie, avoiding looking at John as the military man sat down next to him. He heard the other man groan as John moved to get the seat belt, “You should not have done that John.. I had it completely under my control.” Sherlock snapped, looking over to John, his eyes cold as he appeared to glare at the other man.

John bowed his head, “Sherlock, that was all that I could think of doing. He was going to bloody stab you. What were you expecting me to do? To let him hurt you.. or worse?” The man snapped back, leaning onto the seat, “You should have known that I would attack that man if he attacked you.”

Searching through the other man’s expression, trying to see if John was lying about what he said. But he found that John’s expression and body language told Sherlock that he was telling the truth, “Are you alright? Or should I take you to the hospital?”

John shook his head, “No.. I will be fine. I have all we need to take care of the cuts when we get to the flat.” He shifted some in his seat to put less pressure on the cuts, “I’ve been through a whole lot worse Sherlock.” He reminded the other man as he looked out the window. Sherlock glanced at him for a moment before diverting his gaze to the floor then out the window. When the cabbie came to a stop, Sherlock quickly got out of the vehicle. John pushed the door open and climbed out, using the side for support some as he looked over to Sherlock who was paying the cabbie driver. Sighing quietly, John walked around to the pavement. Not bothering to wait for the other man, John started walking to the forest green door that said 221B.

Feeling someone tightly grabbing his arm, he looked up to see Sherlock standing there looking down at him, “Don’t try walking off like that again. You could have lost your balance.” The taller man said with an even tone of voice. He unlocked the front door, keeping his grip on the shorter man’s arm as he leaned him against the wall. Turning around Sherlock locked the door. But when he turned around he saw John was making his way up the stairs, “John…”

“I can walk Sherlock. I don’t need any help.” John said, as he tried to pull away, but the taller man pulled him until he was pressing right against the other man’s body. Giving up on resisting, John leaned against Sherlock as he was helped up the rest of the way of the stairs. John tried to move away to get the medical kit that was sitting in a cabinet, but Sherlock just pulled him back to him and placed him on the couch.

“Wait here.” Sherlock made his way into the kitchen, once he got the medical kit, making his way to the couch, Sherlock placed the kit on the coffee table. Looking to John for a moment, he shifted some to face the other man. Reaching over he slipped John’s coat off, placing it on the chair to his left, “John I thank you for what you did.. I’m sorry that I snapped at you earlier.”

John looked up to Sherlock, unable to say anything at first, “I would have done the same Sherlock.” He shivered some as Sherlock helped him remove his torn up checkered button up top. Underneath his somewhat bloodstained shirt was torn up as well. Sherlock carefully helped John remove it, he shuddered some at the site of the cuts. Closing his eyes, Sherlock exhaled slowly. Cleaning the wounds, not to Sherlock’s surprise John didn’t flinch or pull away at all, he bandaged up the worst of the cuts with gauze and tape. The rest were shallow enough to be left alone.

[John Watson]

Sherlock closed the medical kit up, staring at it for a moment before looking to John, a sudden wave of guilt hit him. Sherlock could only blame himself for John getting hurt in that warehouse.. even though it was John’s decision to jump in and defend Sherlock. His light blue eyes travelled over to John, shifting he turned to face him, “Do you need anything John?”

John looked at him, “No. I’m fine. I don’t need anything.” He replied turning to face Sherlock. He looked up as the man looked down at him with his light blue eyes, there was something different about them though. John could see that Sherlock was about ready to break down and cry. But why? Yeah he faked his death and disappeared for two years, but there was a very good reason for that, “Sherlock..” But he could not say any more.

Sherlock smashed his lips into John’s, putting his hands to John’s face. John was caught completely off guard, but now Sherlock broke the kiss and was looking down at him, “I love you John.”

John blinked several times, piecing together just what had happened. He knew that in the past the two would sneak a glance at each other, but John would always be the difficult one, stating that he was not gay or interested in anyone. But then he did show his interest back at Speedy’s Diner.. in a ways. He looked down then back up at the other man, “I love you too Sherlock.”

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