I have not uploaded anything in just about forever, so I decided to do the natural thing and post one of the things I wrote while my computer was acting up. The only reason I didn't upload is because I can't upload things from my Ipod and I had no proper computer that wouldn't delete everything before I got the chance to post it. So I'm so very sorry, my dears, but Cinnaknows best has (hopefully) been using her time to get better at writing, 'cuz let's face it, I suck. So please reveiw, follow favorite, anything to show some love! And I will try to get everything I wrote during my absense on here!

"To John Hamish Watson, I leave everything that I own. Whatever he will take. The rest I leave to my only surviving relative, Mycroft Holmes. The entire second page of this will is, in fact, for him and him alone. John should also receive a strongbox I had made for this specific occasion. It is currently in the possesion of Mycroft Holmes, and all the contents are his once he figures out the word that will unlock it." The thin man reading his best friend's will paused in confusion, and John rolled his eyes, somehow managing to feel exasperated through his pain. Sherlock was testing him, even in death. The man who was reading the will started speaking again.

"The word that opens the box is the name of the thing that mattered most to me when I was living. It will tell you everything you have ever wanted to know about me that I couldn't tell you when I was alive. I dictate that when I am cremated, my ashes will go to my dear Doctor Watson." he paused again.

"Now all these requests are highly unusual. Er...Mr. Holmes, why did your brother give all his belongings to this..."Doctor Watson?"

"My brother and John are...were very close. My brother and I have...had...a very complex relationship. I am actually rather shocked he left me anything."

The rest of the reading went on without John really taking in anything that was said.

*After the reading*

Outside, Mycroft directed him to a nondescript sleek black car, not his usual, and rummaged around for a bit in the back until he found a medium sized black box. He wordlessly handed it to John, his eyes unfocused. John took it just as silently, his eyes trained on Mycroft.

"You know the word that will open this?"

"Yes, but I'm not to tell. You're meant to work it out on your own."

"What's in it?"

"He told me never to tell anyone."

He noticed John's annoyance with a slight smirk.

"Don't worry. It's quite simple to figure out, really."

"From you, that is not very reassuring."

Mycroft smiled slightly. "Not to worry, doctor. You're not nearly as stupid as you were before, and even then, you were fairly clever. It shouldn't take you too long to figure it out. Goodbye, Doctor Watson."

John stared at the box in his hands, reading the inscription in gold letters.

"From Sherlock Holmes to John Hamish Watson..."

"The inscription carries on inside the box." Mycroft said, his dark eyes assessing John. And then he was in his car, being driven off to god knows where.

*a week after the reading*

John was sitting on his usual chair, staring at the urn on the chair opposite and at the box on the table nearby. He had not yet found out how to open the box. He'd had an idea, but if he was right...he wouldn't have been able to take it. But he needed to know what was in the box. He sighed and went over to the box, feeling like an idiot. He was probably wrong. He was standing in front of the box now. He should just get it over with. After all, there was no harm in trying. He'd tried case as the word, but the box hadn't budged. At least he knew the box wasn't going to blow up on him or anything. He grabbed the lock and entered in the letters of his name. John.

The lock clicked open.

John's throat closed on him, and his vision was suddenly obscured by the tears he thought he could hold in but obviously could not. He slowly, carefully raised the lid of the box. Then he saw the rest of the inscription. He read it out, his voice breaking and so filled with pain it was almost undecipherable.

"From Sherlock Holmes to John Hamish Watson...the love of my life"