Dorm 221B

Chapter Fourteen

Years went by between the two, without a word to or from each other. It was difficult at first. It was more than difficult. It was painful and it was hard to resist picking up the phone to try and search for where the other was. But, as most humans must do, they adapted. They moved on, but that didn't mean they forgot. They accepted it, and that was the best they could do.

Sherlock was actually quite successful in his what seemed to be ''mad notions''. He worked for Scotland Yard for a year and a half, then decided to go back to college and complete his studies. And, finally, he was able to do his dream job. Consulting detective, that's what he was. It suited him very well. Work life was good.

Not his social life, though. It was...A little embarrassing, he supposed, but he hadn't properly been with anyone since John and it was over ten years since. But, even if it was embarrassing, he didn't mind. He just didn't do that sort of thing anymore. John was the one and maybe he shouldn't have let him go, but he did. He had to accept that. He was perfectly happy living the way he was.

John Watson went back to the army...And, he stayed. It was his job, basically. He was a soldier, then doctor, then a captain, still doctor. Yet, he was injured again, more seriously this time. Gun wound to his shoulder, so he decided to take his pension and leave the army. Now, he was stuck with nowhere to live.

Maybe God loved them. Maybe it was faith. Maybe it was coincidence, but you already know what happened next.

Sherlock Holmes was perched on his stool in the usual laboratory he liked to take use of in St. Bartholomew's Hospital. He was bored, purely performing experiments, none of this was for his work, and the door opened.

''Well, bit different from my day.'' Came a familiar voice, and he glanced up, then down just as quickly, disinterested in whoever Mike had brought into the room.

''Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on-'' His head snapped up again. ''Oh my God.''

''Oh my God...?'' Mike questioned, then looked to John to see if he also found this fellow's behaviour odd, but John was wearing the same expression as Sherlock.

''Have I missed something?'' Mike stared between them as they just looked at each other.

Sherlock was the first to break the silence. He hopped off his stool and walked over to John, with the biggest smile Mike had ever seen on him. ''John!''

John laughed in disbelief and shook his head a bit. ''Christ, Sherlock.'' he brought him into a quick hug and Sherlock took a moment to hug back, before pulling away again.

''How have you been?'' Sherlock continued to beam.

''I got-''

''Shot, oh dear. And, you're looking for a place to stay?''

John stared at him a moment, before another grin cracked onto his features. ''I forgot you did that.'' he said breathlessly. Then, he pulled himself together. ''And, yes, got shot. Looking for accommodation in London. Cheap, preferably.''

''So am I.'' Sherlock said in a smooth voice, walking back over to his work space and cleaning it up a bit. ''Coincidences, never cease to amaze me.''

Mike was still staring at them. ''Yous...Know each other?''

''Stunning deduction.'' Sherlock said sarcastically, walking back to John. ''We used to date.'' he spoke to Mike, then looked back at John. ''Dinner?''

''Starving.''

The End