Everything's Platonic

John, we’re out of milk.

SH

We’re always out of milk. I don’t know what you even do with the milk. Do you bathe in the milk, Sherlock?

JW

Where are you?

SH

I’m on a date, if you must know.

JW

Which one is it now?

SH

The curly one. God, I mean Jenny. Jenny.

JW

Yes, yes, she has rather curly hair.

SH

It was the most hilarious thing John Watson has ever heard of and seen, and it was quite honestly the first time he’s laughed since Sherlock returned.

Sherlock sat on his chair and stared at the ASBO in his hands, cited for leaping off a building and causing a fuss in a relatively peaceful end of London.

John doubled over in laughter as Sherlock gave him a sharp glare. John tapped the paper in his supposedly-dead-friend’s hands lightly, and laughed again.

Sherlock joined him soon after. Everything was going to be fine.

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Sorry for the long, long wait readers! Life has been brutal, but it’s done now!

Summary: John Watson’s on the verge of leaving 221B behind. Until he receives a message that will change his life forever… “Text Received from Sherlock Holmes.” Not a “Sherlock comes back” fic.

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1. Breathe. (Doctor Who)
2. Don’t commit suicide. (Sherlock)
3. Use the Force. (Star Wars)

Somewhere around The Diamond of the Day, maybe? Or, god forbid, The Angels Take Manhattan? Or maybe you’re more along Doomsday.