Sherlock had blinked. It was a fatal mistake.
The angel statue had moved quickly, impossibly quickly. It had touched Sherlock. There was now a grave with Sherlock's name carved into it. John stared at the stone statue of the angel.
"That gravestone. Sherlock's. There's enough room for one more name isn't there?" he asked the stone angel. It didn't move at all.
"I just have to blink right? It will be fine. I'll be with him, like I should be." he said. The angel seemed to smile, encouraging him.
He blinked. Now the gravestone had two names.
William Scott Sherlock Holmes
John Hamish Watson
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
