How puny these people's minds are, so dull. Always seeing but never noticing. The cabbie driving the taxi slows down at a light. I know he's not a murderer because of the way he tied his shoes. Outside, shops flash by; The Tescos that is run by the man who is a serial adulterer, the newlook run by a woman who doesn't yet know she's pregnant and the off license run by a man whose mother has just died.
"That's £8.60 mate"
The cabbie's voice is gravelly and slow, he clearly has no intelligence. I should be lucky that there is no competition for my skills, but though i'd never admit it to John or Mycroft, I sometimes feel lonely. No! Not lonely, lonely is a weakness; I'm tired of being around average people and I miss intellectual conversation, yes that's it!
I hand over the money in the form of a £10 note and tell him to keep the change, judging by his breathing he'll be dead in a week anyway. I step up to the front door of 221b and smile, John is home, the knocker is wonky and I know John places it like so just to irritate Mycroft incase he drops by. Inside however there is trouble, there is a penny on the floor, mine and Johns code for an intruder.
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This is a johnlock fanficton written by two people, set after the reichenbach fall but before Mary. please rate and comment tell us what we're doing wrong and right. They are alternating chapters between John and Sherlock.