Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock or the basil rathbone holmes film this is inspired from.
‘I’m a bad person’
Nothing. There was nothing to do. I Finally Understood What Sherlock Felt like When He was so bored.
Had, had felt like.
‘Not Because I’ve killed people (There was always a reason-I hope), But because-‘
I had tried fruitlessly to concentrate on something else, do something else, other than sit here hoping for a miracle
‘-I’m trying to move on, trying to forget, I’m failing, but I’m trying, and it just sounds so-‘
I hear a knocking. I didn’t even hear someone come up the stairs.
‘-Selfish.’
I get up and go to the door. When I open the door there’s a man with red hair peeking out from under the hat and brown eyes, holding a Package
‘Because I’m trying to move on, to be happy, to try and live my live while-‘
“Delivery for a Mr. Holmes”
“Sorry, say that again”
“Deliver y for a Mr. Holmes”
“He’s...Dead”
“Ah I thought he was, read it in the paper, Thought I got the name wrong or something”
“I’ll take that”
I took the package and placed it on the sofa
‘-Sherlock’s dead. It doesn’t sound fair.’
“It needs to be signed for”
“Can I sign it?”
“Course”
After I signed it, the man starts rambling
“He was a bit of a coward wasn’t he, the moment he’s faced with doubt, rightly so as well, He kills himself”
“Are you talking about Sherlock?”
“Yes”
“Thought so”
I punch him.
“For the record, everyone turned on him, it wasn’t just doubt, it-“
I stare; the Ginger hair turns out to be a wig as it falls off the man’s head, the man erupts into laughter, brownish-black curls bouncing as he laughs.
It can’t be.
The man stands up and removes brown contacts from his eyes.
It can’t be.
The man puts a hand on my shoulder.
It can’t be.
I want to punch him again, but instead I end up hugging him.
The Man, no, Sherlock, I know it’s him, that he’s real, I don’t know how, But I know He’s real, Pats me awkwardly on the back.
‘I’m a bad person, just a bit’
I break the hug and I punch him again, not as hard this time
“I suppose I deserved that”
“How did you- How are you, I-“
‘But so Is Sherlock’
“Go make some tea john and I’ll explain”
“We’re out of Milk”
“Of course” Sherlock grins.
‘We don’t care.’
