A/N:Hello friends now that school is over and I have no life I will update more!
So yeah here you are----
It's about 8:30 at night when John finally stops cleaning. Of course, he broke down a few times, but he got the flat cleaned and organized. Lestrade texts him at 9 asking John to meet him at the pub. John puts on his coat and reluctantly leaves 221B.
"John!" Greg calls from across the street. John gives him a fake smile. He'd rather be looking at the photos him and Sherlock took the day they went on vactation to Scottland. Well, it was more of a case but they happened to make it a sort of vacation. He took one amazing photo when Sherlock wasn't expecting it. He got the shot of his detective smiling and laughing, truly happy and beautiful. He got a few of Sherlock thinking. Sherlock yelling. Him and Sherlock. In the one with both of them, Sherlock had a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, though John didn't notice until Sherlock died. John looked so happy then. He was just happy to be there with Sherlock. He wishes he could have it all back.
"John? You alright mate?" Lestrade startles John out of his thoughts.
"Hmm? Oh. Just thinking. Let's go inside." he turn and walked inside the pub, the low beat thumping to the rythym of his heart. He sits down at the counter. "Two beers." he says to the bartender.
"So what have you been doing?" Greg asks.
"Cleaning." John says absently.
"Have you been writing your blog lately?" But John just sighs.
"Why would I?"
"....oh. I don't know..? Cleaning?" Lestrade chuckles, trying to make light of the question he should have never asked. The bartender slides down their beers and nods at John. John had never been much of a drinker until sherlock died. But the people at the pub had become familiar with him.
They had a few drinks and left the pub, Lestrade slurring his words and John numb.
"Alright J-John. See you sometime. If you want you can come to the..the..the Yard and help. We could always use a hand."
"Okay thanks."
"See you around." And with that, John and Greg went their separate ways.