It had been three years and for John Hamish Watson much had changed. Not necessarily for the better of his heart and soul, but definitely for the better of his mental health.
Watson's way of coping (or not) with Holmes' death. Stupid title is stupid, I suck with titles.
Sherlock expresses his feelings in a rather rambly letter. Enjoy.
Sluff
Nikki/Tommy. Nikki wakes up in the middle of the night.
Based on the song lyrics. Steven and Joe's thoughts.