Hunter (Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 15: Lost

˜"*°•.˜"*°• I can't save us, My Atlantis, We fall... •°*"˜.•°*"˜

-𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕥

***** (Listen to Atlantis by Seafret whilst reading this chapter)*****

"I'm sorry, Miss Reed and Mr Watson. He didn't make it."

Even though I knew that there was no chance the second I had seen Sherlock covered in blood after jumping down that building, I had hoped that there was even the slightest possibility that he would make it. My heart shattered, but John fell to the floor and started hyperventilating.

"Hey, John. Look at me, deep breathes." I tried to comfort him but in reality, I was in a no better state than he was.

"Sherlock's gone." He gasped. He was having a panic attack, and I had no idea what to do. I could do nothing except hug him and tell him that everything was going to be ok. But it wasn't going to be ok, was it? Sherlock Holmes was dead, London could fall in a couple of days now that the world's greatest detective was gone.

"Someone get a doctor!" I yelled. A hospital worker rushed over and took John into another room, leaving me alone in the dull, pale waiting room. My phone started ringing, I looked at the caller ID

Mycroft Holmes. I have to tell Mycroft that his little brother is dead.

  I picked up the call and held my phone to my ear, unable to form words.

"Y/n, are you alright? You seem a little down-"

"He's gone. Sherlock's dead, he killed himself. I-I saw him jump off of the roof... o-oh my god I can't breath." I gasped.

"Y/n, breathe. I'm sending a car over for you and John right now."

"T-thank you."

*****

John stared blankly into space as I recalled the events to Mycroft.

"He said the phone call was his note, then he just jumped. John and I were knocked over by a cyclist, we got up and went over to his... body. His face was smashed up and- I can't do this Mycroft. I-I can't live through that again. I'm so sorry, I failed you." 

"No, you didn't fail. I failed in my duties as a brother."

"You asked me to protect him... and I failed. And now he's dead."

And so was Irene...

"You didn't fail. Even if you did, we all had a part to play in this. His funeral will be on Saturday, I believe his final wish would have been for either of you to prepare a eulogy in his honour."

"I'll do it." John croaked from his seat. Mycroft nodded and we took a cab back to Baker Street, except this time the ride was silent. Without the sound of Sherlock's voice. 

*****

"Why the long faces? Where's Sherlock?" Mrs Hudson asked us. John opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. I took a deep breath before telling Mrs Hudson the news.

"Sherlock's gone. He... he killed himself, we saw it with our own eyes." I explained, my voice faltering. 

"Oh... god..." she sighed and brought us both into a hug. It was heartbreaking knowing how hurt Mrs Hudson must be, she had loved Sherlock like a son. Yet here she was, trying to be strong in front of me and John. Regina came down the stairs behind us and looked worried.

"Are you guys ok? Where's Sher- oh." She got the hint and came over to hug me. I started to sob in her arms and collapsed forward, nearly making us both fall to the floor. She took me up to my room.