John's Notebook (johnlock)

Chapter 5

When we got home, I went in first. I didn't want to bring Sherlock in without any warning. But what was I supposed to say?

"Mrs. Hudson" I shouted. Mrs Hudson walked upstairs. "Yes dear?" "Umm, I'm not really sure how to say this.." I saw she was carrying something "you might want to set that down. I've got some... Shocking news"

She looked at me. "Did you get another cat?" She joked "not exactly" came a deep voice from behind me. She turned around and gasped "Sherlock...." She took a step back and looked at me "Mrs. Hudson" He smiled. I missed his smile, not that I got to see it that often before.

"But, how are you.... And you... Sherlock, you died!" She stammered. "Don't be silly, I'm obviously not dead" he said in his sassy don't-be-ridiculous voice. "How are you alive?" She asked, astounded. "Yes sherlock, how DID you survive?" I asked because I was quite curious myself.

He looked down at his feet and tried to explain how he escaped death in a way we might understand. "Once I knew Moriarty wanted me dead, I knew he would stop at nothing. But he dragged me into the one thing a know a lot about. Death! How people die! I knew if he didn't kill me himself I could get out of it. John, did you see me fall?" he asked. I frowned "Yes! I did!" I shouted. "And it was the worst day of my life..." I said quieter. Sherlock looked at me with sad eyes. "But did you see me hit the ground?" He asked. I shuddered at the very thought of it. "No..." "Right! Because there was a-" "truck... Blocking you...." I interrupted. He smiled "yes, and do you know what was behind that truck?" He tested me. "A safe landing?" I asked "precisely" he replied. "Once I landed safely I rolled off and was as still as I could be"

He took a moment to breathe. "But what about your pulse?" I asked. "Ah, remember that little ball I was playing with before I died?" I didn't like how he said that. 'Before he died' I didn't want to think for even one more moment that he was dead. "Yes.." I replied. "I put that under my arm so it blocked the artery, no pulse"

Genius. That man was pure genius. He explained it like it was so simple, but it wasn't. "What happened to your arm?" I asked, noticing the bandage around it. "Oh, I landed a bit off. I think I sprained it." He explained. "Here, let me see it." I told him. He hesitated then unwrapped it. Yes it was definitely sprained. "Yes, it looks like a pretty severe sprain. Just keep it wrapped up tight and keep it still for a few weeks." I told him.

After a few awkward, silent minutes I finally came up with one final question. "Why?" He looked at me "Why did you jump?" I asked. He took a deep breath. "I had to. For you," he said. "What do you mean 'For me'?! I was devastated! We all were!" I shouted. "John, Moriarty wanted me dead. He would stop at nothing to have me dead. When I wouldn't jump he told me my friends would die if I didn't" I felt chills throughout my body. "Not just you. Mrs Hudson" Her eyes widened and she gasped. "Lestrade and Molly, too" I took a moment to think.

"But you could've told us...couldn't you?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes. "I missed you so much Sherlock, that was the worst month of my life." "No. Moriarty's men had to truly believe I was dead. And in order for that to happen, so did you.." He saw I was upset. "I'm sorry John, I really am" I hugged him again. Just to make sure. To make sure he was really here. He's my best friend, and nobody's ever taking him away from me again.