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John adjusted the strap of his duffle bag on his shoulder as he stood in the line to board his plane. A 7-4-7, full of many people with so many different backstories, yet John knew that the whole trip to California in the United States, he would be completely and depressingly alone.
His doctor had ordered him on a vacation, a type of medicine. Something a simple pill wouldn't service. He had to get away from everything that connected him to Sherlock, but John knew this wouldn't help. In order to get him away from everything to do with Sherlock, they would have to cut out his heart. If it was up to John, he wouldn't be going on this stupid trip in the first place.
He glanced around at the speckled gray walls of the London airport one last time before stepping into the terminal and slowly making his way to the open doors of the aircraft. Lining against the cabin doors stood the crew of the craft, including the captain.
"Hello," He started cheerfully as John entered the plane, "My name's Martin, thank you for choosing us. I hope you have a comfortable flight." He beamed as he shook John's hand.
John half-mindedly shook the hand back, staring at the captain's face. His beaming, beautiful face...
Slowly, John started away, his jaw still slightly slag, his eyes still wide in disbelief. His seat was quit literally in back of the plane. Last row, right across from the bathroom. Perfect...
-That voice...- John thought as he took his seat, shoving his duffle bag under the seat in front of him. -Those eyes...-
"Hello, this is your captain speaking, and I'd like to thank you all for coming board. The emergency exits are located on your-" -That deep, beautiful voice... But it can't be...-
Through the flight, John read, not paying attention to the words that lined the page, his mind wandering to Sherlock; he watched the movies they had playing half heartily; and he tried to sleep, each time awakening new memories of Sherlock.
When they touched down in California at last, John was the last one off the plane. He passed Martin again on the way out and stopped to stare again for a minute, he couldn't help it.
"Hope you had an enjoyable flight." Martin said, holding out his hand to John, who took it, "Please, come fly with us again."
John didn't release his hand, he just stared.
"Can I help you with something sir?" Martin asked slowly.
"Huh..? Oh, no... You just remind me of a... Old friend... Is all..." John said sadly, and with that, started off the plane.
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-Oh John...- Sherlock thought as he watched his friend exit the plane, whipping a few tears from his eyes. -If only you could see it was me! If only I could tell you that I am alive, that Martin is just a different name to cover who I really am. But I will be with you soon enough. That's a promise...-
His doctor had ordered him on a vacation, a type of medicine. Something a simple pill wouldn't service. He had to get away from everything that connected him to Sherlock, but John knew this wouldn't help. In order to get him away from everything to do with Sherlock, they would have to cut out his heart. If it was up to John, he wouldn't be going on this stupid trip in the first place.
He glanced around at the speckled gray walls of the London airport one last time before stepping into the terminal and slowly making his way to the open doors of the aircraft. Lining against the cabin doors stood the crew of the craft, including the captain.
"Hello," He started cheerfully as John entered the plane, "My name's Martin, thank you for choosing us. I hope you have a comfortable flight." He beamed as he shook John's hand.
John half-mindedly shook the hand back, staring at the captain's face. His beaming, beautiful face...
Slowly, John started away, his jaw still slightly slag, his eyes still wide in disbelief. His seat was quit literally in back of the plane. Last row, right across from the bathroom. Perfect...
-That voice...- John thought as he took his seat, shoving his duffle bag under the seat in front of him. -Those eyes...-
"Hello, this is your captain speaking, and I'd like to thank you all for coming board. The emergency exits are located on your-" -That deep, beautiful voice... But it can't be...-
Through the flight, John read, not paying attention to the words that lined the page, his mind wandering to Sherlock; he watched the movies they had playing half heartily; and he tried to sleep, each time awakening new memories of Sherlock.
When they touched down in California at last, John was the last one off the plane. He passed Martin again on the way out and stopped to stare again for a minute, he couldn't help it.
"Hope you had an enjoyable flight." Martin said, holding out his hand to John, who took it, "Please, come fly with us again."
John didn't release his hand, he just stared.
"Can I help you with something sir?" Martin asked slowly.
"Huh..? Oh, no... You just remind me of a... Old friend... Is all..." John said sadly, and with that, started off the plane.
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-Oh John...- Sherlock thought as he watched his friend exit the plane, whipping a few tears from his eyes. -If only you could see it was me! If only I could tell you that I am alive, that Martin is just a different name to cover who I really am. But I will be with you soon enough. That's a promise...-
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Who caused his parents some grief
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The sheets beside him crinkled, and he turned his head, seeing a folded piece of paper. He reached out and grabbed it, he glanced at the door and unfolded it.
'Dear Johnny boy,
Did you miss me? I know I missed you. Why don't you come to the café at 10 and you and I can have a little chat.
x '
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To start off, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY EVERYONE!!!!
Who said our dad's are the only ones to get something today ;D I'll be posting two stories today:
The 3rd part to "Single"!!
part one here ----> [link]
Part two here ----> [link]
Also, a Sherlock X Cabin Pressure (this one)
This story was suggested by a friend of mine found here ---> :[link] She told me the major plot line, told me to go for it, so I just sort of jotted something down as I drifted into the unforgiving hands of sleep. I hope she gets SOME enjoyment out of it...
So, Happy Father's Day! Part 3 will be posted soon (as soon as I finish it....) and I hope you all enjoy Sherlock X Cabin Pressure, if you do, just MAYBE I'll write another cross fiction... but it's not my normal thing
But you know, I'M SOOOOOO CHANGABLE~~~!
~Blake Moriarty <3
Who said our dad's are the only ones to get something today ;D I'll be posting two stories today:
The 3rd part to "Single"!!
part one here ----> [link]
Part two here ----> [link]
Also, a Sherlock X Cabin Pressure (this one)
This story was suggested by a friend of mine found here ---> :[link] She told me the major plot line, told me to go for it, so I just sort of jotted something down as I drifted into the unforgiving hands of sleep. I hope she gets SOME enjoyment out of it...
So, Happy Father's Day! Part 3 will be posted soon (as soon as I finish it....) and I hope you all enjoy Sherlock X Cabin Pressure, if you do, just MAYBE I'll write another cross fiction... but it's not my normal thing
But you know, I'M SOOOOOO CHANGABLE~~~!
~Blake Moriarty <3
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*lip quiver* Awwww...this is so cute and sad and BRILLIANT at the same time~! I just...John and...eyes and...Sherlock at the end...*sniffles and grabs tissues*
Great job, love it!
Great job, love it!