Random Sherlock Oneshots

The Fall

John stared up at his best friend.

"Don't do this. Please. I've lost so many friends on the battlefield. I can't lose you too." John said, his voice breaking. Sherlock felt tears stinging his eyes.

"Why are you sad? I've never been nice to you or helped you. So why are you sad?" Sherlock asked. John shook his head.

"You were kind and helped me more then anyone on earth ever could. You gave a place to live in and you cured my limp. Please Sherlock." John pleaded. Sherlock was near tears now.

"I'm sorry." he said and stepped off of the rooftop. John watched as his best friend fell.

One month later.......

John was depressed. He cut nearly everyday and didn't go to work. He mostly just looked around the flat. It was like he was looking for Sherlock, expecting him to come back.

John walked into Sherlock's room. Everything was still the same. John walked around. The smell of smoke was still in the room.

There were piles and piles of paper. John picked up one of the papers and tried to find out what was written on it. It was mostly numbers and letters. John couldn't understand any of it, but seeing Sherlock's messy handwriting made him feel a bit better.

But just like every time he felt a bit better, realization would hit. Sherlock was dead. Tears were streaming down John's cheeks now.

"I can't do this. I can't." John whispered. He went to his room and pulled out his gun. He wrote the note, explaining why and telling everyone he was sorry. He knew it by heart, he would write it over and over again.

John put the gun to his head.

"You can't come back, so I'm coming to you." John said and pulled the trigger. The bullet went into his brain and killed him the second he pulled the trigger. His phone got a text.

I'm not dead. I had to it to protect you. I'm coming back, John.-SH