Title: Role Reversal
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: G
Length: Drabble
Artist notes: Maybe I will just write melancholy Sherlock short-fics forever.



He has never really understood going to cemeteries. There is nothing there but expensive monuments, neatly manicured lawns, and wilting floral arrangements.

So he does not go to the cemetery.

Instead he looks through his microscope with no one there to pass him a pen.

He opens the refrigerator and no one sighs at its gory contents.

He checks the unchanging blog for the 52nd consecutive day.

And he thinks this must all be some mistake. If he died, Sherlock would be sure to have faked it.

But nothing John Watson was or did could be anything less than genuine.