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John Watson / BBC Sherlock / OTA

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/stalking youuu <333

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((So I was thinking this could be our opportunity to play out our post-fall scenario with the 'been so long' scenario? We can call the physical contact a wild card and see how it plays out if you want~ IDEC, you know I'm easy. ;3 ILU!))

Hooray! I LOVE STALKERS!

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[[ I was totes going to suggest we try something like this, yes! Our boys have been WAY too happy lately - much as I'm loving it, of course! I will get you a tag for our thread in the morning, btw, as well as a tag for the thread with the OTHER Watson! I just had a busy Friday evening. Would you like to start this one off, or should I? And how long are we gonna say has passed since Sherlock's "death?" I'm good for anywhere up to 3 years! I think 3 years is ACD canon, but we totes don't have to do that. I'll leave it up to you! <33 ]]

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((Haha ok dear, take your time! Hmm, yes, I think 3 years is canon, so we can call it that? I would much rather Sherlock be coming back for good having made everything better, so the only thing left is making things all better with Jawn. ;w; Here, I can start us off!))

This had all taken much longer than Sherlock had originally anticipated. He had thought maybe a year, at worst, before he was standing back here on the sidewalk in front of his old flat. Instead, it had been three, long and arduous but actually completely worth it in the end. Well, almost worth it. Sure, he'd managed to dissolve what he hoped was the vast majority of Jim's worldwide network and secured enough evidence to clear his name, but all that still seemed paltry in comparison to what it had cost him.

John. He'd had to say goodbye to John, he told himself for probably the millionth time since beginning this, and that had been the hardest thing he'd done in all this time. There was no way he could risk his safety by telling him he was alive, and he

I'm going to be SO evil. Don't hate me, bb. They've been too happy lately. xD

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Three years was a very fairly long amount of time. A lot could happen in three years. So many things happened in an ever-changing world, nothing ever staying still... and yet, that first year had been the most difficult and longest year for John Watson. For a good part of it, he merely existed, finding it difficult to eat, much less get out of his flat. Oh, he left 221B Baker Street in the beginning - it was too painful, and there were too many memories. That flat was Sherlock Holmes to him, and he couldn't bear being there alone, with only that damned skull to keep him company. He could hardly stand poor Mrs. Hudson's twittering and kind words, pushing her, as well as many other people in his life, aside. So he moved in with Harry, his sister, for a while. Things had definitely been bad enough to warrant staying with her. It was no secret that they hadn't gotten on really well in some time now. But she was sympathetic, and she really was off the alcohol, and it was strangely comforting being with her, with his family. But even she

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Sherlock would have sworn he had thousands of words he wanted to say to John, but you would never know that after he hears John's voice behind the door. It made his heart stutter and he may have actually gasped a little as the mere knowledge of John's presence just beyond that door seemed to steal any words or breath he may have had. He had hoped he would have at least managed something more eloquent than gaping at him and saying a muted "Oh.". All the memories came back in an instant, and he could hardly handle the fact that he'd been away from this incredible man for three years.

He doesn't know how to read John's expression right now, and that makes it even harder to formulate a greeting or an apology or something that's not just staring uselessly. He'd practiced for this, looking forward to this moment every single day he was away, but now that it was here he had no idea how he was supposed to do this. "John, um." he starts, clearing his throat as though that might help. "You don't have to let me in." But i hope you will.

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To be perfectly honest, John isn't completely sure what he feels yet. His expression is, for the most part, initially quite blank, but there is a great deal of shock there. That's probably what's wrong with him - he's in a sort of state of shock. It's not everyday you're suddenly hit with the great impact that is your former flatmate, best mate, lover, everything showing up at your front door. He had hoped and longed for this everyday during that first year Sherlock had been gone. The intense feelings of wanting him back had continued on into the next couple years, of course, but they had started to dim somewhat. After all, people had to move on. For the longest time, he'd just stayed still, not wanting to move, to eat, to do anything, really. But no matter how alone he felt without the missing half to his soul, he was John Watson, and he wasn't an idle man. Coming back from the war had stopped him once, and while losing Sherlock was so much worse... it was something he also had to come back from

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John is rather impossible to read in this moment, whether that was because there was nothing to read or because Sherlock had lost his touch at seeing what the doctor was thinking wasn't clear yet. He liked to believe that he would always be able to read John effortlessly, but maybe three years was too much time. Maybe John was completely different, and maybe this John wouldn't feel for him what the old John had because of all the bitterness that had likely built in the time he was away. All these ifs and maybes were starting to get to him, so he pushed it back and brought himself back to here and now where maybe he still had a chance to make this right

Sorry for late tags, bb! <33

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John hesitates at the bottom of the stairs, before following after Sherlock, but taking them a bit slower. As he walks, he tries his very best to collect his thoughts, but for the most part, they're not really all that scrambled. To be perfectly honest, he still isn't quite sure what he's thinking. He's feeling numb, as if this is all just a dream, and not actually happening. To be fair, he's had quite a few dreams like this, where the consulting detective has returned. He's not nearly as haunted by them these days as he used to be, although every once in a while, they'll return in full force, just as if to remind him of what he's lost. To remind him that he's not as perfectly fine as he thought he was, after meeting someone new, supposedly falling in love, and getting engaged

It's hard to reply while holding a bucket for my creys :(

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Sherlock had known this would be difficult, but that didn't make it any easier to cope with. As much as he told himself that he had to leave to save John and Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson, it was still impossible to deal with. He had fallen so hard and fast for John that leaving him had nearly destroyed him. He reverted back to what he used to be, a spectator of human lives rather than actually living one as he had been when he was with John

I knoooow! And.. I think I'm about to make you cry even more... >.> I'M SO EVIL PLZ STOP ME >.<

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It was a rubbish business, wasn't it? Having one's heart broken so your life could be saved? Truth was, Sherlock Holmes had been everything that was important in John Watson's life. After he'd returned from the war, a broken, beaten man, he'd had nothing to really live for. Life had been a dull, mindless crawl of days where absolutely nothing of consequence happened. If he hadn't met that strange, eccentric, incredibly amazing consulting detective, he never would have known how complete his life could feel. It had been perfect and flawed, dangerous and exciting, a love/hate relationship that he wouldn't have traded for anything. How could he have known it would have ended so abruptly, and so quickly? When he saw his best friend, his lover, his entire life lying there, inanimate and so very lifeless, his life might as well have ended too. Nothing happened that first year. After it seemed Sherlock's miracle was not coming, he just about gave up on ever being truly happy again

:((((

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Sherlock knew he used to mean a lot to John, but John also had meant just as much to him, if not far more. John made human connections almost effortlessly, it seemed, always finding a new girlfriend almost immediately after it was broken off with the one previous. For Sherlock, though, it was nearly impossible. Whether he got irritated by their stupidity or they got put off by his attitude in general, he never made anything more than an acquaintance in his entire life until John came along. It was like a whirlwind of new feelings after he showed up. Suddenly, Sherlock had the progression of flatmate, colleague, friend, best friend and lover in John, all within mere months of meeting him. Just when he would think it couldn't possibly get any better than it was, it did, and he never wanted it to end. Leaving him and indeed staying away from him for all that time was the hardest endeavor he'd ever endured. He wanted to go back every single day, and every day that he couldn't was another heartbreak

*cuddles* I promise it will get better! <3

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Although Sherlock doesn't say anything at first, John can see it, there in his eyes. The fright, and then the surprise. They might not have spoken for three years, but he likes to still think he knows him. He remembers him. He thinks he can practically hear that an inner struggle is going on inside the other man, and it twists his own stomach painfully. John swallows hard, staring at Sherlock and silently willing him to look back at him, as if maybe that shared connection in their eyes will somehow make everything right again. It's silly to think as much, of course. This can't be fixed overnight... and he's not even sure what needs to be fixed. Their friendship? They had always been so much more than friends, how could they be platonic now? Even three years later, he wasn't sure how to be just friends with this man, and he has the sudden, inexplicable urge to jump up, take him into his arms, and tell him just that.

...but would that be the right course of action? Mary. Mary was a very real presence in his life. Christ, she was his

Okay bb I believe you :c

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Sherlock wants to look at John again, but not if all he was going to see was disdain. He knew it was probably the least of what he deserved, but that didn't make it any easier to see just how he'd affected him. It feels like he's suffocating in this familiar yet so foreign room, and the urge to just get out had him standing almost without realizing it. He just wanted to find a dark room and smoke and drink himself into oblivion, leaving John to have a happy marriage without having to look after him

<33 Last of the edits, SORRY. xD

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John wasn't any less clueless about this entire situation than Sherlock was. Everything was a confused mess of overwhelming emotions. How was one supposed to act when suddenly confronted by the former lover they'd thought had been dead for the past three years? He'd missed him, of course he'd missed him. He'd never stopped missing him... but he'd had to move on. No one, even the lovely Mary hadn't filled the void left behind by Sherlock. It was impossible to replace him, and he had always been one of a kind. To say that losing him had been a difficult blow was an understatement. It had nearly killed him. Now, to have him back again, as if from the dead, he knows he should be happy - he should be beside himself with excitement and relief and love, and perhaps he is, but it's too jumbled and confused inside him. Tears seem a very natural reaction, even for the former soldier who doesn't like showing this sort of weakness in front of others

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Sherlock wasn't immune to all the conflicting emotions either, as hard as some may find that to believe. There was guilt -a lot of guilt-, as well as longing and heartache and so many others that he couldn't even find words for. He had waited for this moment every minute of every day for those three years, feeling like he was so ready for this when he really wasn't ready at all. Three years of looking forward to this reunion didn't bring him any closer to understanding how he should act or indeed if he should even be here. It feels like he's drowning in anguish as he watches John cry and knows that no matter what he'd like to do, he wasn't sure what he should do in this situation