I know I said that I would post it on A03 later, but I couldn't resist sharing a chunk of my Sherlock Fanfic!!
So here it is, a chunk of  'The Reichenbach Effect'
~~~
It had been a few months since the jump, his jump. John was sitting in the small armchair at 221b Baker Street, he was staring at Sherlock's empty chair again, just like every night. At first he tried to move on, he went out with some friends from university a few times. It ended badly, the first night he went out, someone was sitting at the bar, wearing a black coat; Blue scarf, he didn't even stop to think as he ran up behind the person and tapped them on the shoulder, after he saw the face he broke down in tears and sat on the floor for an hour or so, Mark (One of his old friends) had to pick him up and carry him outside. He hadn't left the house since. He just stays cooped up, reading and occasionally eating, when he feels like it. And now he was sitting, with no more books to read, and nothing to do but think. He stared, he stared at the empty space which once sat his friend, his best-friend. The chair he once sat on hadn't been touched, Mrs. Hudson had left the apartment alone, as had John. It was cluttered and there were empty food containers everywhere, rubbish everywhere, and untouched cups of tea on every surface. Mrs. Hudson had given up on trying to help John, so had everyone. Molly used to come over and see him every few days, but she stopped after a while, mainly because of the time John yelled at her. She was cleaning up some of the dishes in the kitchen and knocked one of Sherlock’s experiments on the floor... John went berserk and frightened her to death, that was three months ago.

~~~
Well, Im not sure how its going to go, im not sure where i will lead it, but I would like it if you slipped in a comment or email me ideas!!!
-scrimmy_sez@yahoo.co.uk
-