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My longest rp so far, in which Sherlock is being utterly slow on the uptake and is about to leave for Argentina. Sorry it's long and Omegle hates me and wouldn't give the link.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You and the stranger both like Johnlock.
You: So, you're getting married, John? - SH
Stranger: I suppose I am. JW
You: Good for you. Ms Morstan, right? - SH
Stranger: You remember? That's rather surprising to be honest. Yeah, Mary Morstan. JW
You: And you love her? - SH
You: You want to be with her? - SH
You: You're moving out, right? - SH
Stranger: I guess so, otherwise I wouldn't be getting married to her, would I? I haven't really thought that far ahead though. JW
Stranger: You'll still come though, won't you? To my wedding? I want you to be my best man. JW
You: No, John, I think I won't. Guess I'm leaving the country. So you don't have to move out. Actually if Mrs Hudson doesn't mind Mary could move in with you. - SH
Stranger: Leaving the country? What?! Since when? You're not even going to come to my bloody wedding.. JW
Stranger: And no, I'm not going to move Mary into 221b. JW
You: A case, John. Thanks to your blog I'm sort of famous. They invited me to Argentina to investigate some serial murders. - SH
You: No idea how long this is going to take. - SH
Stranger: Oh. JW
Stranger: Right, yeah. That's fine then, if Argentina needs you more than me. JW
You: It may take some months. And I don't think you'll need me now, John. - SH
You: Your family is paramount. - SH
You: And of course you can bring Mary here, why not? - SH
Stranger: You're a complete idiot, you know that right? You're part of my family, Sherlock. Probably the most important part. JW
You: Obviously I'm not. - SH
Stranger: It just wouldn't be right, that's all. I can't imagine 221b without body parts in the fridge, violin at all hours. JW
Stranger: Yes, you are. JW
You: No, John. Things will go as they are meant to. I never expected you to stay with me forever. - SH
You: And I'm well aware Mary doesn't like me. - SH
You: I'm leaving tomorrow. - SH
You: You know I can speak Spanish fluently. - SH
Stranger: Mary doesn't have to like you. I do. And I always will. Just because I don't live with you doesn't mean I won't be hanging around with you still. JW
Stranger: You're leaving tomorrow? Christ, Sherlock... I'll miss you. JW
You: No, John. Thank you, but no. Hope Mary will make it easier for you. - SH
You: Be happy. - SH
Stranger: You're telling me after tomorrow I'm never going to see you again? Why not? I don't understand? What the hell is going on? JW
Stranger: Don't tell me to be happy. JW
You: Mysterious murders in Buenos Aires, I said. A matter of urgency. Of course you'll be happy, you deserve it. - SH
Stranger: That's not going to take the rest of your life. You'll come back and then we'll see each other again, it'll be the same. Please don't do this, Sherlock. JW
You: I can't promise I'll come back, John. - SH
Stranger: Then I'm not letting you go. JW
You: John, I don't belong to you, do I? You're starting a new life, why can't I try to do the same? - SH
Stranger: Yes you do. JW
Stranger: I mean, fine. Off you go. Argentina or whatever. Have fun. Be happy or whatever it was. JW
You: Good. So goodbye, John. - SH
Stranger: Not by text. I'm not leaving the last few years on a text. JW
You: No, John. I'd rather not see you now. - SH
Stranger: But I will say thank you, via text. Thank you, Sherlock Holmes. I don't want you to leave. I really, really don't. But obviously, there is something more important that is pulling you away. JW
Stranger: You'd rather not see me? Please. I can't leave like that. JW
You: John, this is all useless. Let's not mark time. - SH
You: Everything will be just perfect. - SH
Stranger: Just because you're not bleeding sentimental, because caring never helps and all that other bollocks that comes out of your mouth, doesn't mean that I'm not. I don't want to lose you, Sherlock. JW
You: I'm afraid it's inevitable. There will be things which will replace me. That's absolutely natural. - SH
Stranger: No it's not. You don't have to be /replaced/, you just have to share me. It's not that hard. JW
You: No, John. Wouldn't like to sound ungrateful, but I have to turn down this offer. - SH
You: Have never been good at sharing. - SH
Stranger: You know I'm not going to be happy without you. You of all people should be able to see that. Why are you doing this? Why? There has to be a reason. JW
You: Yes, there is. But I'm not going to tell you. - SH
You: I'm not stupid which you might have noticed. - SH
Stranger: You're being stupid right now. JW
Stranger: I don't understand. Is it something I've done? Is it because Mary doesn't like you? What is it? I'll fix it. JW
You: This can't be fixed. You deserve all the best. - SH
You: Evening, John. - SH
Stranger: No, Sherlock. Please don't do this. Don't be ridiculous. Where are you? I'm coming. JW
You: Don't. Please stay at Mary's. I said I wouldn't like to see you. - SH
Stranger: I don't care. I want to see you. I'm coming home. JW
You: What for? - SH
You: I guess your home is where your family is. - SH
Stranger: My home is 221b Baker street with a mad detective. JW
You: No, it's where your heart belongs. Mary. - SH
Stranger: Wrong. JW
You: John, this is unreasonable. She won't like that. - SH
Stranger: She'll get over it, Sherlock. You're the one being completely unreasonable. You won't even tell me why. So, I'm coming home. JW
You: Don't. If you come this won't change anything, my flight's tomorrow morning. - SH
You: And I may have mentioned that you shouldn't be calling this flat 'home'. - SH
Stranger: Then one more night. Our last night together in the flat. I'm coming /home/ and there is nothing you can do to stop me. JW
Stranger: It's still my bloody home, you idiot. JW
You: Okay, then I'm going out right now. - SH
Stranger: I'll be waiting then. JW
You: Why? What are you going to tell me? - SH
You: Don't make it more difficult. - SH
Stranger: YOU. Sherlock, you are the one making this more difficult. I'm so mad right now. JW
You: Stay with Mary. Hope she won't make you so /mad/. - SH
Stranger: Oh for god's sake. Is there even a case in Argentina or did you just make that up? JW
You: Of course there is. Has to be. I hear their police are even dafter than these boys from the Yard. If this is possible, which I doubt. Need to find out. - SH
Stranger: Then I'm coming with you. I'll postpone the wedding. Mary will get mad but I don't care. And there isn't anything you can say to stop me so I wouldn't bother trying. JW
You: John, if you come with me this won't help. - SH
You: And don't you dare postpone your wedding, it's what you've always wanted. - SH
You: You'll have to return anyway. - SH
You: To Mary. - SH
Stranger: I want you to be there. It's not what I wanted without you, Sherlock. You don't understand anything. I don't want you to go, please don't leave me. JW
You: No, thank you again. I'm not going to stand in the church and watch you... - SH
You: I hate churches, that's what I'm trying to say. - SH
You: And long ceremonies. - SH
You: And crowds. - SH
You: Stay where you are. - SH
Stranger: Obviously I don't mean enough to you to put up with all that stuff. Yeah. I'm staying.. Bye. JW
You: Goodbye, John. - SH
Stranger: I'll miss you. JW
You: Forget me. - SH
Stranger: Never. Not until the day I die. JW
You: I suppose we have said our goodbyes and this texting will lead us nowhere. It hurts. - SH
Stranger: I'm glad it hurts you. Because you've hurt me more than anything. And finally you feel. JW
You: If I'm not running about London telling everyone about my feelings doesn't mean I don't have those. - SH
Stranger: Thank god. I hope you're feeling happy then about what you've done. JW
You: Irrelevant. I'll try to delete everything I'm feeling anyway. - SH
Stranger: Of course you will. Some of us can't do that but you might have forgotten in your selfishness. JW
You: You will forget me too, John. There will be lots of joys, interesting people, you might even find someone to provide you with adrenaline. - SH
Stranger: All I want to say to you right now is: Fuck off, Sherlock. This is horrible. I don't want you to go. I'm cancelling the wedding. JW
You: Don't. One can't cancel their wedding just because his ex-flatmate is leaving for Buenos Aires. - SH
Stranger: One can do whatever the hell he wants. You're not my ex-flatmate, you're my best friend and I have cancelled my wedding already. Mary's kicked me out, so I have to come home. JW
You: What did she say? - SH
Stranger: Doesn't matter. JW
You: Are you blaming me for what happened? - SH
You: You must be utterly upset. - SH
Stranger: No. JW
Stranger: Yes. But I don't care. JW
You: How can you not care? You've just ruined your life! You love her. - SH
Stranger: And I didn't want you to leave more so what does that tell you. Just don't worry about it, I'll be fine, I'm always fine. JW
You: You're not trying to say I mean more than Mary, right? - SH
Stranger: Shut up. JW
You: Explain. - SH
Stranger: No. I'm coming home and then going to Buenos Aries. JW
You: If you go with me there's no point in leaving. - SH
Stranger: What about the serial killer? JW
You: No idea. - SH
Stranger: It was going to take months to solve and you're just not going now? JW
You: But I'm sure there must be one at least, such a big city... - SH
You: I'm going if you're staying. If you go I'm staying. - SH
You: Can't you understand, John? - SH
Stranger: No. I can't, Sherlock. Just tell me what is going on? JW
You: Need to be as far from you as possible. Argentina sounds nice. That's why. - SH
Stranger: Need to be as far from me, why? What have I done? JW
You: Because you'll get married all the same, be it Mary or Amanda or God knows who. - SH
You: Don't want to see that. - SH
You: New Zealand is okay too. What a pity there're only four million people. Statistically there can't be great criminals... - SH
You: Sydney maybe? - SH
Stranger: Since when did that matter? Why can't you see me get married? I've been to New Zealand, it would be far too dull for you. JW
Stranger: Stop listing countries and cities. You can't leave. JW
You: I realised a few things about myself which badly need deleting. Your presence will make it more difficult. And this may take time. Ergo, I need to leave, and you're staying and apologise to Mary. - SH
You: And be happy. - SH
You: Logical, isn't it? - SH
Stranger: No. Because you're the most important person to me, Sherlock, you don't even know. I don't want to live in a place without you anymore. JW
Stranger: It may have taken me all this to realise but it's true, I don't. JW
You: John, stop it. - SH
Stranger: No. Never. JW
You: You will regret these words. - SH
Stranger: No. Never. JW
You: You have to come back to Mary and stop typing this 'No. Never.' thing. - SH
Stranger: I'll do whatever the hell I want, Sherlock and no matter what you've convinced yourself of, I don't want to get married. JW
You: She loves you. - SH
You: And you love her. You told me so. - SH
Stranger: I don't love her as much as I should to get married. JW
You: But you do love her, right? You know, many people just get nervous before the wedding and start questioning themselves if they are doing what they really want. And then they get married. They all do. - SH
Stranger: I don't have cold feet, Sherlock. I don't want to get married, I don't love her enough. If I'm more than willing to give it all up to stop you from leaving, I shouldn't be marrying her. And I am, so I've made up my mind. I'm not going through with it. JW
You: Then she must be the wrong person. But you will obviously find someone who you really love. - SH
Stranger: ...yeah. Maybe I already have. JW
You: Good for you. - SH
You: I wish both of you all the best. - SH
Stranger: I've found them, but that doesn't mean I can be with them. So, you don't need to wish anyone the best. JW
You: Too bad. You haven't spoken to her? - SH
You: Is she married or something? - SH
Stranger: Married, yes, you could say that. Well, they told me they were when we first met. JW
You: That's why you never declared your feelings? - SH
You: She's from the hospital, isn't she? - SH
Stranger: Didn't know I had feelings till ten minutes ago. And no. JW
Stranger: It doesn't matter who it is. It's not going to happen, ever. JW
You: But then it may only /seem/ to you you're having these feelings. - SH
Stranger: I know when I'm having feelings like this, Sherlock. You know how much practise I've had. You on the other hand are not qualified in any way to give me advice. JW
You: Of course your feelings are none of my business. - SH
Stranger: Pretty much. JW
Stranger: So everything is fine, everything is back to normal. JW
You: Of course. But I'm still leaving. Hope you'll find someone who reciprocates. Obviously my presence will only hinder you. - SH
Stranger: No. It really won't. I don't want to find someone who reciprocates. I want this person and I can't have them, so I'll just be their friend and that's fine. JW
You: As you say. I wouldn't like to see you being lovesick for this mysterious girl. - SH
Stranger: I'm not lovesick. I'll never talk about them ever again. JW
Stranger: Please don't leave. JW
You: John, I need to delete these things. If you're able to keep yourself from talking about the one you love, I'm not so sure of myself. Have to go. - SH
You: Sorry for having ruined your wedding. - SH
You: I seem to ruin everything. - SH
You: Goodbye. - SH
Stranger: You saved me from making a big mistake, Sherlock. You haven't ruined anything. I was so alone... JW
You: You were not alone. You were happy and thinking about your future wife. Now you're miserable and thinking about Lord knows who that doesn't even return your feelings. - SH
You: This person must be an idiot. - SH
You: Or blind. - SH
You: Or both. - SH
Stranger: He most certainly is. JW
You: /He/?? - SH
Stranger: I mean, no, what.. They. They are an idiot. JW
You: John, I'm not an idiot. So it's a 'he'? - SH
Stranger: I just said you were didn't I? JW
Stranger: No, god. Sorry. JW
You: I don't understand you. - SH
Stranger: Forget I said anything. JW
You: But my being around definitely does you no good. How can you change your sexual orientation in a day? - SH
Stranger: I'm still not gay. Just.. an exception. JW
You: Lord. Do I know /him/? - SH
You: Hope I don't. - SH
Stranger: You do. I'm sorry. Please just forget about it. JW
You: I need to know. It's Lestrade, right? That's why you're calling him 'Greg'! And he's married. How stupid I have been, it was so obvious. Idiot. - SH
You: Lord. - SH
Stranger: It's not Lestrade. I call him Greg because that's his bloody name, Sherlock. Stop needing to know and shut up. JW
Stranger: Stop it. JW
You: Then who is /he/? Married - you mean officially? - SH
You: Do I know his wife? - SH
You: Does he have kids? - SH
Stranger: No not officially. I'm not giving you anymore hints and pointing out it's a bloke. JW
Stranger: No. JW
Stranger: No. JW
You: This doesn't concern me, right. I shouldn't poke my nose into your private life. - SH
You: Sorry. Forget I asked something. - SH
Stranger: I usually wouldn't mind, but this time, Sherlock. There is no way I'm telling you. JW
You: Okay. - SH
You: Very good. - SH
Stranger: You've been told anyway. By other people. I hope this drives you mad trying to work it out. JW
You: I hate these riddles. - SH
You: No matter who he is. - SH
You: I hate him. - SH
You: For making you suffer, I mean. - SH
Stranger: He's a bit of a dick to be honest. I hate him too. JW
You: Then try to forget him. - SH
Stranger: More than impossible. Not until the day I die. JW
You: I don't think I need these details. About how deeply you love some moronic freak who isn't even aware how lucky he is. - SH
Stranger: Lucky? JW
You: Of course. - SH
Stranger: Why would that make him lucky? Most of the time he's lucky to not die. JW
You: Tell me it's not Moriarty! - SH
Stranger: Jesus Christ, Sherlock. It's not bloody Moriarty. The opposite of him. JW
Stranger: I'm not mental. JW
Stranger: Okay, maybe I am. But not /that/ mental. JW
You: You told me not to ask anything, so I shut up. But I consider this person utterly extremely singularly lucky. - SH
Stranger: He's not lucky. He's brilliant, he's amazing and he's the biggest idiot I know. I've been stupid, to say the least, to think that I could ever want anyone else. JW
You: So you like idiots? - SH
You: 'Brilliant'? 'Amazing'? How sweet. I really need to go. - SH
Stranger: Oh god no. He's a genius. But in every other way, an idiot. Where are you going? JW
Stranger: He doesn't even know, when he really should. I've made it very obvious. JW
You: Argentina, I've already told you. Any place will do where I can't hear you admire him, call him brilliant and so on. - SH
Stranger: If you're in Argentina I can't admire him. JW
You: So you're only doing it to irritate me? How nice. - SH
Stranger: Idiot. JW
You: Of course I'm not as amazing as he is. - SH
Stranger: Yes you are. JW
You: If your aim was to drive me absolutely crazy, I can congratulate you. - SH
Stranger: Thank you. I take that as a compliment. Finally I've got you back for the toes in the fridge JW
You: Okay, so soon there will be no toes in your fridge, never. Hope that makes you happy. - SH
Stranger: Secretly I'll miss the toes. JW
You: You can keep them. - SH
Stranger: Oh thanks. JW
You: On the other side if your potential boyfriend comes to our flat and sees them he will be shocked. - SH
Stranger: He be surprised to see them still there probably. There is no potential about it. I told you, they're married. JW
You: Has he seen them?! Which means you have already brought him to Baker St? - SH
You: When I was absent, how nice. - SH
Stranger: I haven't brought him to Baker St. No. JW
Stranger: I said, no. JW
You: But you would like him to be there, with you? - SH
You: I've no idea why I'm asking. - SH
You: You don't have to reply. - SH
Stranger: He's married. It doesn't matter what I want, it's not going to happen. He's far too stubborn to stay and he's far too stubborn to even notice me. JW
You: Stay?? - SH
Stranger: That all I'm saying. If you want to know so badly, do what you do best. THINK. JW
You: ((this seems to be my longest rp))
Stranger: ((It has been pretty long haha :3))
You: I figured out, it's Mycroft. He's been to the flat when I was there. Saw the toes. He's the opposite to Moriarty. He is (never tell him I admitted that!) a genius. But married? Aha! He considers himself married to his work, right? For the government and MI6 and what not. - SH
You: My sibling, perfect. - SH
You: That was neither difficult nor pleasant to deduce. - SH
Stranger: No. GOD NO. JW
Stranger: Ugh. That's the most disgusting thing you've ever suggested. JW
You: Thank God. - SH
You: This thought made me shudder. - SH
Stranger: It made me want to be physically sick. JW
You: Okay, I give up. It doesn't even matter who this bastard is. I'm leaving, so you can be with him, try to be with him, invite him to /this flat/, seduce him, do whatever you like. -SH
Stranger: You're such an idiot, Sherlock Holmes. One last clue and then I'm going to go jump off a cliff as I die from embarrassment, just because you're annoying me so much. JW
Stranger: If you leave I can't be with him. JW
You: Why is my presence so paramount? You want me to watch it all? Didn't know you were so kinky. - SH
Stranger: You can't be that dense, Sherlock. Open your eyes. I don't want you to watch. JW
You: You want me to help you then? No, no, no. I'm not doing this, John. Everything has its limits! - SH
Stranger: No I don't want you to help. JW
Stranger: Just stop and think. JW
Stranger: An idiot but a genius, brilliant, amazing, married, seen the toes, if you leave.. JW
You: You can't mean... - SH
Stranger: I can. JW
You: John. - SH
Stranger: I know. I'm going to hang myself now. JW
You: Don't you dare. I was an utter idiot. - SH
Stranger: You're right there. JW
You: I couldn't imagine you.... John, I'm a freak. - SH
Stranger: You are not. JW
You: I'm not a person good guys like you are supposed to fall for. - SH
Stranger: Unfortunately I have. I'm sorry. JW
You: Don't ever be sorry. John, you already know why I was going to leave, don't you? - SH
Stranger: No. Obviously not. JW
You: Idiot. - SH
Stranger: Says you. JW
You: Because I needed to delete /you/, forget you. It's always been you. - SH
Stranger: What did I do? JW
You: When I knew you were going to get married I think I had sort of electric shock. And then you cancelled it, for me. But I realised you would find some woman anyway and I just couldn't see that. I'm still afraid you may find someone. - SH
You: Someone more suitable. - SH
You: Appropriate. - SH
Stranger: There is a reason everyone we meet thinks we're together, Sherlock. There is and I don't want to find anyone else. I don't want anyone else, ever. JW
You: Lord. There were a few seconds when I was ready to actually /kill/ Lestrade. - SH
Stranger: And your brother? That was disturbing. I can't believe you thought that. JW
You: I did. You don't know what I felt, the English language has no words for it. - SH
Stranger: So.. What do we do now? JW
You: I think I'm not going to Buenos Aires. I'm not so good at Spanish in fact.
It broke my heart, Stranger. So angsty!..

It broke my heart, Stranger. So angsty!..

The most heartbreaking RP I've ever had. It's long, sorry. But Omegle would not give me the link to post this. So here is the text.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You and the stranger both like Sherlock, and Johnlock.
You: Sherlock, stop texting me while I'm on a date. ~ JW
You: Impolite. ~ JW
Stranger: I'm /bored/, John. SH
You: You'll have to entertain yourself, I'm /busy/. ~ JW
Stranger: Busy with who, 'Nicole' or whatever this ones name is? SH
Stranger: She's boring to. SH
Stranger: *too
You: Mary. Ms Mary Morstan. I must have told you about her, but did you listen? ~ JW
Stranger: I always listen when you talk, John. I just don't like the subject. SH
You: Why? She is nice, a lot nicer than Nicole, and this time it's more serious. ~ JW
Stranger: ...Serious? SH
You: Ummm... Yes, it's a new level of relationship for me. ~ JW
Stranger: 'New level' of relationship? SH
Stranger: I wasn't aware it was a /game/, John. SH
You: Of course it's not a game, Sherlock. I mean I seem to have found what I've been looking for. Hope you're glad, because that means there will be no countless girlfriends whose names you could hardly remember. Now I have Mary and don't need anyone else. ~ JW
Stranger: What do you mean 'what you've been looking for'?! Honestly, John, I've told you attraction is /chemically/ based, there's no such thing as the perfect person. SH
Stranger: Can't you just shag her and move on like the rest of them? SH
You: Don't kill all the romance as usual. No, she's not like the rest of them! Mary's amazing, quite extraordinary. ~ JW
You: ((Poor Sherlock :( ))
Stranger: 'Romance', John, is a chemical reaction, and nothing more. SH
Stranger: ((I know my poor baby </3))
You: You're saying that because you've never felt such a thing. If you knew what it means, you'd admit I am right. I think I'll be back late, don't wait up for me. ~ JW
You: I guess I'll be home in the morning. ~ JW
Stranger: What, so you can go shag /Mary/? SH
Stranger: Just because I'm not disillusioned about the reality of love, John, does not make me an idiot. That title is reserved for only one of the two of us. SH
You: Sherlock, correct me if I am wrong, but that does /not/ concern you. ~ JW
Stranger: It was simply a deduction, John, but thank you for proving it correct. By all means, /have fun/. SH
You: I'll text you later, Mary is glaring at me rather accusingly. I'm afraid she doesn't quite like you. ~ JW
Stranger: Of course, John. Wouldn't want to spoil your /date/. SH
You: Thank you. Hope you'll somehow manage to have fun too, providing the flat is safe and intact. Evening. ~ JW
Stranger: [two hours later]
Stranger: Right, so I might have messed up, slightly... SH
Stranger: Can you come home, please? SH
You: [no reply]
Stranger: John. SH
You: [no reply]
Stranger: John, I'm not pretending this time alright? I don't even need a pen! SH
Stranger: ...You need to come back, alright? SH
You: Sherlock Holmes, you really should stop texting /us/. - MM
Stranger: Mary. SH
Stranger: Put John on. SH
Stranger: ..Please. SH
You: No. - MM
You: Sherlock, what's up? I was sleeping. Anything happened? ~ JW
Stranger: Oh, thank god. SH
Stranger: You need to come home. SH
You: Sherlock, it's midnight, I'm staying at Mary's and see you in the morning. Or is it urgent? ~ JW
Stranger: No. SH
Stranger: No, never mind, it's fine. SH
You: Then why are you texting me? Tell me what happened. ~ JW
You: The microwave again? Or the toaster? ~ JW
Stranger: Not important. Go back to Mary, she's obviously annoyed. SH
You: In fact she is. See you at 7 or 8 am then. Go to bed, Sherlock, you need to sleep. ~ JW
Stranger: ((oh god tell me you're still there))
Stranger: ((my internet just went crazy))
You: ((I am!))
You: ((hope that's not the end yet ;) ))
Stranger: ((no we can timeskip to the next day if you'd like?))
You: ((sure! ))
You: (7.15 am) Sherlock if you're not asleep will you please open the door, I seem to have left my keys at Mary's. ~ JW
Stranger: Sherlock's eyes snapped open as his fun buzzed at his side, which he instantly knew was John. The flat was a disaster. After Sherlock's first hit, he had felt lovely, much better. Things had been brought back into focus. Yet immediately after, Sherlock already wanted more. He had snorted much, far too much, and in a desperate attempt to find more the flat had been ransacked.
Stranger: Not home. Come back later. SH
You: But I can see the light in your window. ~ JW
Stranger: Must have been from last night. SH
You: And your silhouette by the window, must have been from last time too. Come on Sherlock, let me in. ~ JW
Stranger: You have to promise not to be angry. SH
You: I can't. What if you have exploded my room? ~ JW
Stranger: I haven't, if that makes a difference. SH
You: Okay, I promise. Open the damned door, Sherlock! ~ JW
Stranger: "Hello, John." Sherlock said nonchalantly as he opened the door, and ignored John's look of horror preferring instead to analyze his clothing. So he /did/ shag Mary last night. His stomach knotted in an odd way that he knew flatmates weren't supposed to feel about one another. That had been happening quite frequently, actually. "Nice night with Mary, then?"
You: "Sherlock, tell me exactly what happened here before I just kill you! And yes, the night was just fantastic," John looked furious
You: .
Stranger: "I simply misplaced a piece for my violin. Nothing to worry about." Sherlock lied, as he stepped over a broken lamp and found his violin on the floor. He examined it carefully - had he really broken all of the strings? Pity. That would need to be fixed, immediately. "Fantastic? Interesting adjetive." One that John was only supposed to use for /him/.
You: "Don't you bloody pretend everything's okay when it's obviously /not/! What have you done to your violin?! And the lamp.... Mary's amazing and fantastic, but let's discuss that later. What happened?!"
Stranger: Sherlock sighed, as though speaking it about it was just an incredible bore. In reality, all he could focus on was the tone in John's voice - why was he so upset? Angry, he would understand, but the vibrato in his tone was unmistakably concerned. "Nothing much. Just an attempt to find more cocaine in the flat." He swept off a bit of white powder on his violin with his index finger, and rubbed it carefully between the tips of his finger. How had he gotten so careless? "Nothing to worry about."
You: "Nothing to worry about?! Sherlock, you said you gave that up long ago, in fact I thought you had /promised/ me! Why the hell did you need it now?" John's voice was trembling with rage and despair. One of his greatest fears had came alive and he couldn't just understand /why/.
Stranger: Sherlock bit his lip and turned his body away from John, much preferring to face his skull. The skull had never yelled at him, at least. "I just /needed/ it, alright?" He looked at the wall carefully, suddenly finding the patterns on it much more interesting than their current conversation. Guilt was not a feeling he was generally acquainted with, and he was not enjoying the way it made his stomach felt. "Surely you can understand that, John. You have /needs/." He had returned to his normal defense mechanism - anger was a much more simplistic emotion to understand. "Though yours are a bit more primal."
You: "Primal? I have no words Sherlock, I really... I'm utterly disappointed." John quickly headed to the bathroom. He felt that he needed to gather his thoughts. This was ununderstandable, absurd. That /hurt/. John left his phone on the table and just when he closed the bathroom door Sherlock heard a new sms arrive. That was from Mary, /obviously/. Feeling there was nothing left to lose he read it: "Honey, have you told him? - MM"
Stranger: ((my heart </333))
You: ((same))
Stranger: Sherlock opened his mouth to say something - protest that John wasn't his /Mum/, when the door slammed loudly. He exhaled slowly, as his eyes traveled along the floor of the flat. Every single possession he and John had owned seemed to be damaged, broken, or in the case of John's china, shattered. His throat tightened, and his eyes flicked to the bathroom door where he heard a small chime. Mary, obviously. "John." He called to the door as he walked to it and pressed his cheek against the wood. "John, I'm sorry."
You: There was no reply. Of course John had heard him, but he was afraid he wouldn't find enough self-control to answer properly, because all he wanted was to grab Sherlock by his shoulders and shake him until he said what was going on. Anyway he was supposed to leave Baker St soon and although that was not the best moment to do that, he decided to let Sherlock know. He turned the water off and drying himself with a towel barked: "I'll go out in 2 minutes, and we'll talk about everything, Sherlock. We will!"
Stranger: Sherlock swallowed and moved away from the door, heading to the kitchen. His thoughts were cloudy, marred by a mix of emotions that he could not understand. He had always claimed to not have emotions, to be a sociopath as most people already believed, because it was much easier than dealing with the emotions he did not want to have. But, as he picked up a shard of glass from the kitchen flooring, he was able to identify the most pressing feeling he had now. Fear. Fear that this had pushed John to his breaking point, and make him leave once and for all.
You: John walked out of the bathroom, his hair still wet, and gave another look at the mess around him. He shudderred. That was dreadful, the idea of Sherlock being that insane scared John more than anything in his life. Yet he reminded himself that it didn't concern him any more. None of his bloody business. "Sherlock..." he cleared his throat and started once again: "Sherlock, I'm not asking you why you did that. I really don't want to know. I just want to say I'm moving out. Mary and I... we're getting married. I'll be upstairs packing my things, those that are intact I of course," and he walked to his room.
Stranger: ((NO. NO NO NO NO))
You: ((Sorry...))
Stranger: There didn't seem to be any air in the room anymore - his heart seized up painfully in his chest, and he closed his eyes tightly. Off in the distance, he could hear the shard of glass slip from his grip, and shatter on the floor loudly. He could feel himself lean onto the table, and reaching desperately for something to hold on to - someone to hold on to. He could feel himself fall to his knees, and his face fall to the floor. He could feel something sharp slice painfully against his cheek. He noticed it - pain had unfortunately not lowered his sense of awareness, his constantly buzzing mind. But it didn't matter - none of it really mattered. Not now that John was gone.
You: John was trying to be cool and logical, but that didn't help, of course. He couldn't stop thinking about Sherlock. That was not how he thought their relationship, their friendship would end. To be honest he'd rather it didn't end at all. But Mary, Mary was a problem. She had never actually /seen/ Sherlock, but she must have heard a bit /too much/ of the man, since John brought him up rather often when they chatted. And of course she hated it when that invisible Sherlock ruined their dates making her boyfriend forget everything and dart off God only knows where and why. John felt he just could not /leave/ Sherlock that way, without saying a word, without finding out what actually had happened to his friend.
Stranger: Sherlock opened his eyes slowly, as he heard footsteps come back down the stairs. "John?" His voice was cracked, broken like he was now. The footsteps stopped, suddenly, and for a moment Sherlock wondered if it was John at all. If John had ever been real. Most of their friendship had been like a dream, anyway - people weren't supposed to treat him nicely. Normal people could never be that kind, that genuinely moral and honest in their ways. He got himself up by his elbows, and felt that his cheeks were wet in a mixture of tears and blood. "John please don't leave me." His voice was raging on hysterics now - something he had not been used to. He hadn't felt like this since his Mum had died, but even then he had Mycroft there for comfort. Now he had no one. "Alone is what I have. Alone is what protects me." He breathed, shifting his body to lean against the table's wooden leg, which he gripped on tightly for comfort.
You: "Oh Lord!" John instantly ran downstairs. He led Sherlock to the only armchair that somehow turned out to be safe and quickly brought a medical kit. He was touching Sherlock's face gently removing the brood. The thought that he had been about to leave 221B without looking back and probably leaving Sherlock like /that/ was terrible. "Sherlock, why-why-why?" he went on asking. "What happened to you, why would you have done such a thing to yourself, you, impossible creature?"
Stranger: "John." Sherlock breathed, as John touched his face carefully. Was that really his hand? Was that really him cleaning his wound? No, it was a fallacy. "Stop, stop, stop." He pushed John away, and leaned back against the chair in fear. No, John wasn't real. He was nothing more than a fallacy made in Sherlock's own head as a way to deal with the pain - pain of losing Mum, the pain of withdrawal of cocaine, the pain of not having a single friend in the world. "You're not real." He shook his head, as he realized tears were streaming down his face. His worst nightmare had come true. The doctors had always told him with a mind like his, that it wouldn't be likely he could keep it for long. The world's most intelligent minds were often the ones who lost it the quickest, the ones who ended up living in a world created entirely in their own minds. Lost in the insanity of their own brilliance. Sherlock had always thought himself better, thought it could never be true. "You're not real." But it was. "Why... God, John why aren't you real?"
You: "Sh, you're high as a kite, Sherlock," John murmured and continued cleaning the detective's face. "Of course I'm real, you can feel me, right?" He noticed all Sherlock's body was trembling, he seemed so vulnerable, it hurt. "You'll go to bed now, and I'll try to clear the flat. And I'm not going anywhere until you wake up and we have a proper talk."
Stranger: "No!" Sherlock said, and threw himself up and gripped John tightly. If John was real, if this was insanity - then living within it would be better than living without him. "If I go to sleep, you won't be here when I wake up." He clawed on to John desprately, trying to hold onto him as tightly as possible. "Don't... Please don't-" His voice was distraught, and he brought his eyes to John's, trying to get him to see how broken Sherlock would be without him. "Don't go.. I'll do anything. Give up cases, clean up every night, make tea - you can even go out with Mary, I won't interrupt." He buried his head into John's neck, pressing his still half bloody cheek into it desperately. "Just don't go."
Stranger: ((I'm literally going to start crying soon))
You: ((omg, heart = broken))
You: ((please wait a bit, brb))
Stranger: *desperately
Stranger: ((I will be here... dying one story at a time </3))
You: "Sherlock, stop, just stop. Listen to what you're saying! Ridiculous. That won't be /you/. Don't you dare speak of giving up cases or experiments, it's your life! I would never be happy if I knew you did that." Feeling Sherlock's skin so close was embarrassing and John couldn't say what he was feeling. He had never thought he meant so much to Sherlock, he used to think his flatmate would hardly notice if he left. It must have been because of the cocaine, that explained everything. "Sherlock, we will still be friends, I'll be calling on you as often as I can, help you with cases... You might find another flatmate, not as daft as me..." That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, because Sherlock gave a moan of pain.
Stranger: "No, John, please just listen to me-" He could feel John slipping away, feel his presence running from his grasp. Why couldn't John simply understand? His life had no meaning anymore, not without John. The cases, the work that he loved paled in comparison to the living person he loved so much more. "Anything, I'll do anything alright? Just don't leave, please don't leave." His legs buckled, and he swayed dangerously, putting more of his weight onto John. "Please..." He slid down to the floor and onto his knees, sobbing into John's knees. "Just stay, okay? I'll be good, John." Somewhere deep within his mind a faint memory came to mind - him clinging to his father desperately, begging him to stay. But this time, there would have to be a different outcome. He had survived watching his father walk out on his family, but he knew he wouldn't survive without John. "Please don't leave me."
You: "Sherlock, Sherlock, stand up, what are you doing, mate'" and John carefully made him get up off his knees. He really didn't know what to do. Seeing his friend, London's best mastermind, great Sherlock Holmes on the floor desperate because of John getting married seemed impossible. As impossible as the idea of leaving him like that. But Mary... Mary would /never/ understand. He decided to make one more attempt "Sherlock, you had lived alone before you met me. I'm sure the day when I ran into Mike in the park was the luckiest day of my life. But Sherlock, we won't lose what we have. I'm still your friend. The problem is that Mary... she won't understand if we continue sharing the flat."
Stranger: Sherlock froze. He had thought that John was leaving due to the drugs - something he could understand. Singular incidents, events he could point to, those made sense. This seemed like one of them - logically Sherlock's drug use and subsequent destroying of their flat was enough to tip John over the edge. But, John as it seemed was never logical. "Mary." He repeated slowly, finding the strength to stand alone. He felt a sudden loathing for the woman, who was taking everything from him. He wiped his face with his sleeve, and looked in astonishment as the cloth covering his wrist turned from a light blue to a deep scarlet. "You're getting married." He said quietly, finding he could control his voice once again. Everything seemed to click in to place, and he could read it easily in John's face.
You: Sherlock seemed to have calmed down, which was quite good of course. But John felt something was still wrong, terribly wrong. John decided that was not the right time to analyse his feelings and thought it would be safer to pretend everything was okay. Damn, it wasn't. "Yes, I am. Will you come to the wedding? You're supposed to be my best man, Sherlock."
Stranger: Sherlock's eyes dropped from John's quickly to the floor. He couldn't stand to look at John - not now, not knowing... It didn't matter. "Of course." He breathed, knowing it would be the hardest thing he would have to do. Standing only a few feet away from John in a chapel, being so close to him, and watching him be tied to another. "Of course I'll be there, John. Anything... Anything for you." He turned to the kitchen and away from John, not wanting him to see him cry for the second time that day. "You should go." He choked out, as he grabbed the broom and began to sweep up the remnants of his night, the final reminders of his life with John. All of it was shattered on the floor now, far beyond repair. "Mary will be wondering where you are."
You: "I took a day off today," said John feeling rather awkward. "So I'm staying at home now, and I'll help you to clean everything up here. Then we could watch TV or go to Angelo's, anything you like." Sherlock avoided looking at him, which was very unnerving. "Or we could invite Mary in the evening, you haven't seen her yet, but I guess you'll like her, she's wonderful." John felt all he was saying was wrong, but he tried to pay no attention.
Stranger: "No, don't spend it with me." Sherlock said, as he felt tears brimming in his eyes. He wanted John to stay - he wanted it more than anything. But the longer he stayed in the flat, the longer Sherlock had him living, breathing with in it's walls, the harder it would be to say goodbye. "Mary already thinks we spend too much time together, and well, honestly she's right." He laughed, trying to keep up the facade, when in fact he thought he could literally feel his heart breaking in to pieces. "Bit odd, two grown men being this close, don't you think? No, you should take her out today. In fact," He shoved his hands in his pocket (hadn't bothered to change last night), and found his wallet. Most of his money was gone now, to feed his addiction, but he threw it at John anyway. "It's on me. Take my card." He swallowed his tears and smiled, using every bit of acting he could muster. "Also, please send her my deepest apologies for last night." He could feel his stomach knot anxiously, and he turned away from John quickly before he was going to be sick.
You: "Um... Thank you, Sherlock. That was very impressive, and generous... And in fact I don't think it is odd, to be that close as we are.... as we used to be. And I would hate to move out." John could not forget Sherlock clinging to his knees, literally begging him to stay only a few minutes ago. The drugs, John remembered, they produce strange effect on people. He suddenly realised everything would change now, for the better or for the worse, but it definitely would. And all he wanted was that things remained as they were. Chatting in the kitchen in the morning, peaceful evenings in front of the TV with Sherlock ridiculing moronic programmes, mad experiments setting everything on fire, running after criminals at night. John felt so sorry and upset he could cry. He came up to Sherlock and looked into his eyes. "I will miss you, Sherlock," he said sadly.
Stranger: Sherlock gripped the broom tightly for stability as John walked around him, breaking the safety bubble he had tried to build to protect himself. To protect his emotions from breaking through. He closed his eyes as John spoke - trying to memorize the words, the tone, everything about John's voice. Perhaps John would be Mary's now, but she could never take the memories he had with John in their flat. All of the day's he had spent on the couch, whining about how dull things were without a case, now seemed like an incredible loss. How he had been careless with their time together. "Missing someone is a chemical reaction, John. Don't worry, the dopamine released in Mary's presence will ratify the imbalance." He rattled off, finding science to be much more comforting suddenly, as it distracted him from the growing feeling of a hole in his chest.
Stranger: *restore this imbalance ((I have no idea why I wrote ratify... Feel like an idiot, sorry))
You: "I hardly think so. Some things, some people are just irreplaceable, Sherlock," John sighed. "You don't know what you mean to me, you'll never know what you've done for me. I was almost dead, my life was hollow, I had no reasons, no wish to go on. Until I met you. I owe you so much," he added, giving Sherlock a tender look.
You: ((I'll have to go soon, it's almost morning here. Shall we stop now or try to write a happy ending?;) ))
Stranger: ((no oh god please no i need a happy ending))
Stranger: ((either that or you will have to message me))
You: ((okay xD ))
Stranger: Sherlock pursed his lips carefully, and stroked the counter in thought. He allowed himself for just a moment, to imagine that John's words meant more - meant something they never would. His mind wandered off, wondering what life would be like with John staying. Without John loving someone else. He looked at John carefully, and for the life of him could not think of what else he had to lose. "John, I think I love you." He breathed, his eyes still red from all of the crying.
You: "I love you too, you're my best friend," John replied on autopilot. Sherlock couldn't have meant anything more than that. There had been times when all on John's mind was Sherlock, he came to him in his wildest dreams, he was all he could think about, John hoped his flatmate would notice those looks John cast on him, but no. Sherlock turned out to be incapable of those emotions. So John had tried his best to forget everything and he had managed to erase those preposterous dreams. But when he saw Sherlock's face, is eyes shining, when he noticed Sherlock biting his lip, everything came back at once. "I ap...appreciate your friendship," he repeated breathing heavily.
Stranger: Sherlock looked away as John replied, and felt his face flush red in embarassment. He had hoped, and for one joyful moment it had all seemed real. 'I love you too.
Stranger: ((erg enterrrrr))
Stranger: ((so, you're going to hate me....))
Stranger: ' John's words filled his brain, and he focused on them as best as he could. He would never allow himself to forget them, and he did not think he ever could. But they were quickly followed by the reality of the situation. Friends, that's all Sherlock would ever be. That's how John saw him, and he'd be dammed if he didn't do what John wanted for the rest of his life. After the hell he had put John through today, it was only fair. "I appreciate yours too." His voice was empty, and wrong, but he smiled at John slightly with his mouth but not his eyes. "Alright, Mary really will be wondering about you now." He moved to the side, and cocked his head towards the door. "Go, John." For a moment John seemed to hesitate, and Sherlock wondered if he had gotten it all wrong. That maybe - no. No, that wasn't possible. "Just go, okay?" His voice was betraying him, and he turned back to his sweeping. He held his breath until the door shut quietly, to which he promptly burst into tears. "Goodbye, John." He whispered to the floor, and continued sweeping. There was no where else to go but onward.
I hope we will finish it properly! I just needed to sleep. This lasted 4 or 5 hours, but I regret nothing!