Nothing will ever be the same.
Why did he jump of off St.Barts? His reputation? God only knows what went on to that head of his.
After everyone leaves, I walk up to his grave. John and Ms. Hudson are speaking to Molly and Greg.
"Oh, Sherlock. I always tried to protect you, keep you safe. Mum and dad didn't even have to tell me. It was always just my responsiblity. It's like I had one job. I had one job. And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that I'm sorry."
I walk toward the car, where Mercy waits for me.
"Hello, sir. How was the funeral?"
"It was my brother's funeral. What do you think?"
"Sorry, sir."
All of a sudden my phone rings.
"Hello?" I try hard to hide the tears in my voice.
"Don't say my name." Sherlock? But he's dead! "Get me a plane going anywhere outside of the country."
"Where are you?"
"Close." He hangs up.
"Mercy, call the pilot and tell him he has to fly me and... a friend to Russia."
"Yes, sir."
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Aftermath
FanfictionWhat happens to John and Sherlock after Moriarty's Return? How is married life for Mary and John? WARNING: MENTIONS DRUG USE, SELF HARM, SUICIDE AND ABUSE. READ TO YOUR OWN RISK.
