addignisherlock:imthesmartone221b:Sherlock sat on the floor after you break up with him imagine.OK l
addignisherlock:imthesmartone221b:Sherlock sat on the floor after you break up with him imagine.OK listen imagine thisafter tfp john still has his own house but tbh he spends most nights in baker street. they bought a crib to put in baker street, week by week more and more of john’s clothes and belongings are left in baker street and he almost never stays in his own place anymore. When he comes home from surgery, he goes home to baker street. Before he leaves for work, he would kiss Rosie on her tiny head before he gives sherlock a peck as he heads out the door. After a while, the arrangement just felt so natural. They were a family. John and Sherlock and Rosie.That is until one day john was in surgery when he receives a frantic call from sherlock.“Sherlock, what is it?”“Oh god John– I-I’m sorry– It’s Rosie– she’s– I’m so sorry John–!”“What’s happened to Rosie?! I don’t understand”“Rosie’s in hospital!”“WHAT?! What happened Sherlock?!”“ I’m so– I’m so sorry John… Rosie, she… she was sat near the dinner table and… I didn’t see… I was looking into the microscope and I didn’t see that she could reach for it… there were beakers… with acids in them–”John hung up.Sherlock tried to call him again but John rejected the call and texted back.‘Text me the address of the hospital she’s in.’–Thankfully Rosie was mostly alright, aside from the chemical burn injury. But it wasn’t life threatening at least. After that incident though, John never spoke to Sherlock anymore.He came to Baker street once, to pick up all his stuff. Sherlock was there too, standing in the middle of the room saying nothing, only looking at John with that look on his face…the look of regret, guilt, despair, self-hatred… John hated it.John hated him.He had promised John he’d always protect John’s family. But he failed at protecting Mary, and now he’d put Rosie in danger due to his recklessness. John couldn’t stand him anymore so John left without saying a word. He returned to his own flat.But every single day there would always be a knock at the door. He knew who it was. Sherlock always waited outside the door from the time John came home from work till the time he leaves for work in the morning. Sherlock would wait outside throughout the night.“John please… I’m so sorry…Please don’t do this….”But every morning when John leaves for work, he’d open the door and walk past Sherlock as if he didn’t see him there.@scotchlock @midnightfantasy @simpleanddestructivechemistry @shag-me-senseless-watson @whumploversanonymous @true-reichenbach @fangirllock @thedyingletective -- source link