HallelujahHolmes sat carefully on the bed that had once belonged to the good doctor. He had seen this room, walked these floors so many times. But now everything seemed different, fragile, like any sudden movement or rough touch would break the lingering presence of Dr. John H Watson.Hallelujah5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was true that he had lived alone before he had known Watson. But he had been well and truly overthrown by the doctor, everything about him; his personality, his wisdom, his beauty. It was impossible for him to turn back. His bohemian soul had been touched, and there was no reversing a change such as that.
The detective's gaze settled on his violin, lying where he had left it the night before at the foot of Watson's bed before he himself had crawled under the covers and slid into the deepest of sleeps. The doctor had never really cared for his music played at 3 o' clock in the morning, but Holmes knew that Watson enjoyed it when he play