Fluff & Stuff

Shrieks

"Hello, John." Sherlock said

Silence.

"Today me and Lestrade, well just me, finally caught the serial killer I told you about. Apparently his wife cheated on him so he decided to kill women who looked like her. But when he killed a blonde woman out of all the brunettes, I was kind of sidetracked. But I figured it out. As always. She was the woman who was sleeping with him long before his real wife cheated on him. My deduction was that she found out and decided to get revenge as payback. Then after the mistress heard of the news, she left him as well. Causing him to go insane and finally kill the mistress. He was condemned to jail for 12 years, but I'm sure he won't make it." She said with a smile, reliving the scenes perfectly. She looked at John and frowned.

" I know what I did was wrong but for god's sake, talk to me!" Sherlock cried desperately.

"Sherlock, I can't believe you actually said that!" John yelled, his head turned to Sherlock quickly as he gripped the wheel tighter.

"Said what?" Sherlock asked with an honestly confused expression.

"You honestly don't remember-"

"Yes, I do." Sherlock interrupted him, causing a low growl to emit from John's throat.

"Well, then you should know!" John groaned as he pushed down the gas pedal.

Sherlock only looked down at her hands in confusion.

"I really hate you sometimes." John growled. Sherlock turned to him with the most hurt expression John had seen her do. "Sherlock-"

"You hate me?" Sherlock asked in disbelief, her voice raw with emotion. John quickly turned his head to look at her regretfully. "So.. All this time you lied to me?" Sherlock's eyes watered.

"Sherlock I-"

"How could you?! Play with my heart as if it were another toy in your hands?!" Sherlock cried out, her volume increasing.

"Sherlock." John growled.

"I can't believe you! After all this time- you're such an a-"

"SHUT UP!" John screamed loudly to Sherlock, his face only showing anger as he turned his head to Sherlock, disregarding the road ahead. "LET ME EXPLAIN-" But John was cut off by a loud car horn and the sound of screeching tires. John and Sherlock shrieked when they laid eyes on the road and saw an upcoming pick-up truck. John span the wheel quick enough to spin the car to its side but it was already too late.

The pick-up truck slammed into the driver's side of the car. Sherlock frantically kept consciousness as she felt John's neck for a pulse. She sighed slightly in relief when she felt a slow but steady pulse.

"John, just please...wake up. I miss you. So very much. I need you here talking with me. Being sassy and adorable like you always are. I just..." She cut herself off to take a deep breath. "I need you, John." Sherlock whispered, a tear running down her face. "I love you so much. When you come back I swear I will stop leaving heads in the fridge, boiling fingers and using our dog to make tests. Anything for you. I just want you back." Sherlock cried out before burying her face in her hands and sobbing her heart out.

"Miss Holmes?" The nurse said as she walked into the hospital room Sherlock was currently in. She turned her head to the nurse and silently deduced her before clearing her throat.

"Yes?" She asked with a serious expression, seeing as the nurse did not smile or talk in her usual giddy manner.

"We have experienced... difficulties with John Watson." Sherlock's heart stopped, but sped up in the heart monitor. "His mind experienced a cerebral trauma and he could not be and will not be waken up. I regret to inform you that Mr. Watson has passed away several minutes ago." Sherlock couldn't hold the broken sob that escaped her throat. She ripped off the needles on her arms and sprinted out of the room, pushing several hospital staff out of the way.

"JOHN!" Sherlock screamed before she entered the room she knew John was in. She pushed open the doors and ran towards John's side, grabbing his face in her hands and letting out a cry when she felt how cold his cheeks were. He looked so pale and...lifeless. Sherlock buried her face in John's chest, wrapping her arms around him and sobbed when she didn't feel the familiar warmth radiating from him or his arms as they wrapped themselves around her. "N-No! You can't- YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!" Sherlock screeched, her voice cracking and wavering with emotion.

Sherlock wrapped her arms around the grave as she usually did. She wept shamelessly, staining the tombstone with her tears. "Why you?" She whispered brokenly.