Ch 1

Sherlock's POV

Three years.

Sherlock Holmes walked over to his microscope, putting the ring underneath yet again to check for flaws. He had been dating John Watson for three years.

And today was the day he was going to ask John to marry him.

Satisfied that the ring was flawless, Sherlock put the ring back in its box and pocketed it, drifting aimlessly for the sofa. Throwing himself ungracefully upon the cushions, Sherlock glanced at the clock. '18.00-John should be home by now.' Furrowing his brow, Sherlock looked away from the clock. 'Perhaps he has stopped to get milk, or talk a walk. He has been in a mood recently'. He assured himself. And it was true; John hadn't been his usual affectionate self. Sherlock was worried at first, but he figured John just needed a little space.

A text woke Sherlock from his thought, and he smiled when he saw John's name. Sitting up, Sherlock opened the text, and his smile disappeared completely.

This isn't working out. –JW

Sherlock's mind exploded in panicked thoughts, and his fingers were shaking so bad he could barely hold onto his phone. 'Calm down' Sherlock told himself. 'You've misinterpreted John before. He might be talking about his job or the walk from his job to the flat. Maybe he wants to look at new flats.' Sherlock sucked in a breath, typing back quickly.

What isn't working out, John? SH

Sherlock didn't have to wait long for the response. Two texts came in almost simultaneously.

This. –JW

Us. –JW

Sherlock's lungs constricted, and he sucked in air in short breaths. John couldn't mean that, could he?

What do you mean we aren't working out? SH

I thought our relationship was going rather nicely. SH

Sherlock set his mobile down on the table in front of him, curling himself up as though the phone was a snake that would attack him. When it buzzed again, Sherlock took a deep breath, though it did little to satisfy his burning lungs, and grabbed it, flicking the text open with little care.

I mean we're not compatible. Well, we were, but not anymore. –JW

'No no no no.' Sherlock started to panic. What did John mean they weren't compatible? John was perfect for him, made him better, made him human.

Why not? SH

John…you're not leaving me, are you? SH

'He can't leave' Sherlock thought desperately, waiting for John's response. 'I need him.'

I'm sorry. –JW

"John!" Sherlock cried aloud, not caring who heard him. He rapidly sent two texts.

You can't leave! SH

I need you! SH

Sherlock was trembling now, his body shaking the couch frame violently.

No you don't. –JW

You need stimulation-whatever kind of stimulation that implies. Mental, sexual, whatever. –JW

Anyone can give you that. –JW

Did John not realise how much Sherlock needed him? Did he not realise that John kept him from going insane? Did he not understand that Sherlock wanted no one but him?

No, John. They cannot. SH

I tried for years to find someone that could stimulate me, and you're the only one that can. SH

Sherlock froze before sending off another text.

Did I do something wrong? SH

Sherlock felt hallow. What had he done to make John not want him anymore?

It's not you. –JW

Giving a hallow laugh, Sherlock sent off another text.

Yes it is. What can I do? SH

I cannot live without you. SH

The response came quickly.

No, it's not. –JW

Sherlock wanted to scream in frustration. Of course it was his fault, he drove everyone away from him. If John would just tell him what he had done wrong, maybe he could do better.

It's your feelings towards me. SH

I assure you…I can change. Be better. SH

Maybe John would accept that. Sherlock would be a better boyfriend, fetch the milk every day, always remember to clean his experiments off the kitchen table.

No. You don't have to do anything. –JW

"Yes I do, John." Sherlock mumbled to his phone, tapping a message quickly.

John, I've done something wrong. I need to fix it. Please let me fix it. SH

Where are you? SH

Sherlock paced the sitting room now, unable to think. He needed to find John, to talk to him.

You haven't done anything wrong. –JW

You can't fix anything. Nothing's broken. We just don't work anymore. –JW

I'll be out of your hair in a few days. –JW

Sherlock felt something snap inside him.

No! SH

John, I love you. SH

Please don't leave me. SH

John's next text is what shattered Sherlock completely.

And I loved you. –JW

Loved? SH

Loved. –JW

Sherlock grabbed the nearest object and chucked it at the wall, hearing it hit with a satisfying crunch. He looked up, seeing a nice new hole in the wall, and he couldn't bring himself to care. John didn't love him anymore, what was the point in caring? His brain began to delete haphazardly, and he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to what it got rid of.

Sherlock Holmes was going insane.
And he liked it.

This work began as an Omegle RP that kept me up until ungodly hours of the morning. It was totally worth it. I have many thanks to offer to Annie at .com for playing a lovely John. I'm sorry to say that I'm the one who ruined your lovely Sherlock. Please, enjoy.

Love always,

Robottko