NotOurDivision

John hadn't gotten out much, not since the fall. Darkness had engulfed him; he hadn't the strength to do much. After the fall he had had to deal with reporters, each and every one of them persistent with the fact that Sherlock had been a fake. John would tell them that he wasn't, that he believed in his friend before slipping into 221B Bakerstreet. On entering the apartment he would throw his coat to one side, slump onto a chair then stare blankly ahead at the one Sherlock had once seated himself in. Four months had passed when the reporters eventually gave up; they knew they weren't getting much from him. He spent most days sat in the apar