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    He suddenly wants John Watson out of his bedroom, out of his flat, out of his life, because he has been lying to himself these last few months, he realises. He doesn’t want John here, not with the way things are. He doesn’t want 221b Baker Street to be nothing more than rest stop John returns to on his journeys between women. He doesn’t want to play co-parent if Rosie is going to be snatched away from him and placed in the arms of whatever nameless woman du jour John lands on next. He doesn’t want to keep being so careful, so generous, so, so…

    “You going to tell me what’s gotten into you tonight?” John sounds a little irritated, but not angry, not really. John hasn’t been really angry in a long time, and Sherlock thinks that’s good, that maybe that’s progress, but why should he care? Why should any of it be his responsibility? Why should he be John’s rock and foundation if someone else will be the one who actually gets to build a life and a future upon it?

    “No.”

    John nods. “Okay. You angry at me?”

    “No.”

    “That the truth?”

    Sherlock doesn’t say anything, which he supposes is answer enough.

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    05 Jul 2020

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    He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted.

    He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

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    29 Jun 2020

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    Green.

    The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience.

    Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it.

    Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

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    26 Jun 2020

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    It’s possibly the desperation that’s seeped into his voice despite his best intentions, or perhaps it’s just a mother’s intuition, but she knows that whatever he’s calling about is Serious, hangover be damned. “What’s happened?” she asks, tone soft and as comforting as a hot cup of tea on a cold winter’s night.
     
    “Mummy,” he begins, voice catching. “I think John may be moving out.”

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    19 Jun 2020

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    An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

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    14 Jun 2020

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