Sherlock Imagines

We've Met Before (Part 2)-John

You were trying to get a grip on the thoughts running through your head. John Watson, your best friend and love of your life, had somehow forgotten you entirely!  You couldn't believe it.  You just couldn't. It was almost physically impossible.  But you knew it was true. Your mind was racing and it wasn't helping. You let out a frustrated scream and let the tears flow.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" John asked.

'Ma'am?? He called me ma'am?' You thought.

You shook your head, "No. I'm not okay." You admitted.

You looked up at him and thought of the good times the two of you used to have. You thought that would make you feel better but it didn't help at all.

"You know me, John. We've met before." You said.

"I'm sorry but I don't think I've ever met you before." He said.

"Yes you have! We grew up together! You told me you loved me right before you left for Afghanistan. Do you even remember what happened before you left for Afghanistan?" You asked.

John thought for a moment and you could tell he was thinking hard.

"Well that pretty much answers my question. Alright, well I'll be leaving then. Goodbye." You said and walked out the door.

"Y/n wait." Sherlock called after you jumping up.

You rolled your eyes and did as he said, waiting for him. He came out and stood in front of you. He made sure to shut the door behind him and you guessed it was because he didn't want John to hear the conversation.

"Y/n, I think I might know what happened." He said. "I think that something that happened in Afghanistan gave him slight amnesia. He remembers some things but not all of them. You may be one of the things he forgot." Sherlock explained.

"That's very reassuring." You said. "How long has it been since he got back from Afghanistan?" You asked.

Sherlock shrugged, "A couple months probably."

You nodded, "Alright. I have to get back to work. I'll see you later." You said and hurried down the steps.

Sherlock turned around and went back into the flat where John was waiting.  The detective sighed and sat down in his chair. He steepled his fingers under his chin and got lost in his mind palace.

The next few days felt like they were a type of punishment. Lestrade, obviously not knowing that John and I knew each other...well half of that, he just so happened to assign you to help the two of them solve this case. You really didn't help that much though because you couldn't concentrate. You would be looking at the evidence pinned to Sherlock's wall when John would walk in and sit or stand right next to you. You felt awkward and sad all at the same time every time he did that. You wanted so desperately for this to be some sort of dream and you would walk in and he would embrace you in a hug. Maybe even tell you one more time that he loved you.  You wanted him to say those words again.  And to say it with all of the good memories, and even the bad ones too. You also found it difficult to sleep with these thoughts. Your body was aching and ready to sleep but your mind was like an engine that never stopped. That was something else that didn't help you focus. You were always feeling as if you were going to pass out. And this was one of those times.
You were at 221B with John and Sherlock. The news was playing on the telly and you were all "watching."  The story was about a building that had blown up. It was part of the case you were all on. John turned it off and looked at Sherlock.

"Well, obviously I lost that round-although technically I did solve the case."  Sherlock said. "He killed the old lady because she started to describe him." 

You sat on the couch with your head propped in your hand. You were trying to stay awake and you were half listening to the conversation. You had actually by now blocked out everything going on until you heard John nearly shouting at Sherlock.

"There are lives at stake, Sherlock. Actual human lives...just-just so I know, do you care about that at all?" 

"Will caring about them help save them?"  Sherlock asked.

"Nope."  John answered.

"Then I'll continue not to make that mistake."  Sherlock shot back.

"And you find that easy, do you?"  John asked.

"Yes, very. Is that news to you?"  Sherlock asked.

"No."

"I've disappointed you."  Sherlock realized.

"That's good. That's a good deduction, yeah."  John said.

"Don't make people into heroes, John. Heroes don't exist and if they did I wouldn't be one of them." 

There was silence for a moment before Sherlock's pink phone alerted a message.

"Excellent!"  Sherlock exclaimed. "View of the Thames. South Bank-somewhere between Southwark Bridge and Waterloo."  He explained. "You and y/n check the papers, I'll look online." 

You groaned frustratedly and stood up from your spot. You stopped as you felt dizzy from getting up to fast. You then looked at John and Sherlock.

"D'you guys mind if I sit this one out. I'm really tired."  You said.

"Sure go ahead.  See you later."  John said.

You smiled and grabbed your things. You walked out the door but before you could go any further you passed out and collapsed to the ground.