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Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes.Rating:
Spoilers for season two and season three.Summary:
It's been two years and John's life didn't include Sherlock anymore. It did include something else, though.Story: Included
"I think I'll surprise John," Sherlock said as he fiddled with his cuffs. "Go to Baker Street." He smiled. "Who knows? John might even bake a cake."
Mycroft frowned. "Baker Street? He's not there anymore."
Sherlock looked up sharply.
"It's been two years. He's got on with his life."
"What life?" Sherlock asked confused. "I've been away."
"This life," Mycroft answered as he put down a thick folder in front of Sherlock.
The first picture that Sherlock saw upon opening it was one of John standing at his tombstone, hands clasped in loose fists at his side, mouth slightly open as if he had been speaking when the picture was taken. In the background Sherlock saw Mrs. Hudson walking away.
The second picture was of John putting his hand on his tombstone, nearly standing on the flowers that had been put in front of it.
The third picture was a close-up of John's bowed head as he rubbed at his eyes.
The fourth picture was of John walking away from his grave.
Every picture after that gave Sherlock a glimpse of John's life while he had been away.
John looking tired and drawn. John using his cane again for the psychosomatic limp. John moving out of 221B Baker Street and into a new place. And finally, John moving on with his new life. A new life that didn't include Sherlock, but did include a new girlfriend now that Sherlock wasn't there anymore to scare them off.
A new life that also included a moustache, Sherlock thought as he came across a close-up of John's face near the end of the folder. He gave it a disgusted look. We'll have to get rid of that.End of “Included”.A/N:
Hi, I’m back! *gives a small wave* It’s been awhile (*cough*couple of months*cough*), but I put a new ficlet on this site. Hopefully you enjoyed it.
This is the (belated) birthday story for one of my friends. I hope it doesn’t disappoint. Here’s the idea I was given: John's moustache aka The Mournstache. Happy birthday, L!
* Part of this ficlet is the actual conversation between Mycroft and Sherlock as seen in this trailer
and therefore not mine.
** Turns out that this ficlet leans a lot closer to the first episode of season three than I had originally thought. Swear to you that I didn't know. I couldn't have known, because I only saw the first episode today.
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