Home Is Where My Heart Is, Only With You. (Johnlock)

[A/N: For a little over half of this chapter, I had writer's block and just forced words down, so if it's really bad, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you in the next chapter. >_< ]

It's been two days since John blacked out. I still haven't slept, I've been to excited. I haven't been this close to him for this long in... over two years. I wish he would pull out of his coma already. But I realize time will do it's thing. Which reminds me of something.

I rush out of John's room - I had been sitting by his bed, watching him. I pick up my violin from the front room, he had never moved it. I smile at seeing my old violin, oh how I loved it. It's much better then the one Mycroft gave me back at his place. I dust it off and find the bow. Exactly where I had left it. He really hadn't moved anything. It's like he barely lived in this place. Definetly not for two years.

I go back into John's room and stand behind the chair I was sitiing in. "John, I have to tune it first. It's been two years since I played this, it actually will need some new strings. But, for you, I will play."

I continue to tune the instrument. It's slightly out of tune, but pretty much perfect. Once it's completely tuned, I smle at John, though I know he can't see me, and play a song for him.

As I play, I decide I will play for him every day, whether it be the same song or different songs, each one I play will help me tell my love for him, that I'm sorry for any pain I caused him, how it made me feel to be away from him, and that I'm here, waiting for him.

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John, I have to tune it first. It's been two years since I played this, it actually will need some new strings. But, for you, I will play.

I could almost feel him smile at me. Which is crazy, I know.

Then I hear something different. It almost sounds like... a violin? An out of tune violin. But it's being fixed. Now it's an in tune violin. But why do I hear a violin? I could only hear Sherlock's voice before....

Wait, is it Sherlock playing? He's playing for me?? Oh, Sherlock!

He begins to play a familiar tune. I can't put my finger on it. Then he stops, and plays what I would guess are the notes to the words of the song. The lyrics flow through my mind as the song pops on my head.

Some people live for the fortune. Some people live just for the fame. Some people live for the power, yeah. Some people live just to play the game. Some people think that the physical things define what's within, and I've been there before, but that life's a bore, so full of the superficial. Some people want it all, but I don't want nothing at all. If it ain't you baby, if I ain't got you baby. Some people want diamond rings. Some just want everything, but everything means nothing if I ain't got you.*

If I could cry, I probably would be. It's amazing to hear him play. And the words to that song, did he mean them towards me? Or was that just the song in his mind? Whatever it was, I'm grateful.

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Stricking the last note, I notice a drop of water on my violin. What is this? I look up at the ceiling to see if it's leaking. No visible cracks. What is this then?

I smell it. Odorless. Do I dare taste it?

I wipe it off with my finger and taste it briefly. Salty? Well, at least I know it won't kill me. But how'd it get there?

Unable to find the answer, which frustates me, I sit back down in the chair and lean the violin agaist the side of it. I speak to John to try and find the answer.