AU! in which John is merely a delusion created by Sherlock.
“There is no John Watson. There never has been. You invented him.”
“Leave me alone.”
“You are alone.”
*couldn’t help myself and hopes no one is offended*
They never touched.
Sherlock knew why; he did not like to be touched, and John was one of few individuals that understood this without prompting. Touching was a disgusting thing, hands became intruders and Sherlock’s lips curled with disgust whenever an accidental brush of shoulders occurred.
But sometimes, he found himself considering it.
John was different.
Perhaps Sherlock should grant him the privilege of touch. The man certainly deserved it, for even Sherlock understood that he dragged his doctor through enough hardships to deserve a reward, however little John himself might appreciate it.
But there was always something holding him back.
He never cared to examine why, which should have, perhaps, been the first clue.
Something was wrong and Sherlock was, for once, not willing to find out what it was.
And as such he continued to be oblivious to the glances he gained as he spoke to his John, and he continued to remain oblivious to how it was always Mrs. Hudson cooking and never John, despite the doctor’s promises.
He remained oblivious to how John’s bed never appeared to be slept in, and how John sometimes disappeared without a trace.
It did not matter if John went away, for John always came back- as silently as he had left, but never the less he always returned.
Sherlock did not wish to see the empty air, and therefore he never did.