Goddammit Another Plot Twist! (Johnlock)

Goddammit Another Plot Twist!

Prologue:

"This is people do, right? They leave a note?" Sherlock's muffled voice said. There were some other words said, but John had forgotten everything but the last words, " Good-bye, John." John then had to watch his best friend fall to the ground off a building. This is all John had in his mind as he and Mrs. Hudson had drove to the cemetery. They got out and saw the small crowd of black and made their way to them. Anderson and Sally stood in the crowd. John feeling a brand new flash of confidence walked straight up to the two. He raised a finger pointing at the street.

"Leave, especially you, Anderson, why would you even think of attending?" John said angrily and walked away. Anderson and Sally slowly walked away.

"John, I'm so sorry about Sherlock," Greg said to the man who was about to break down into tears.

"Thank you," He said. John stood there until everyone had left. That's when tears began to fall. "You had to go kill yourself! What am I left with? A flat rent, looking for a new flat mate, no friends, no job, no adventure! I'm boring, Sherlock! I have nothing interesting about me anymore! I used to, but that part of me was thrown off a building. I know you had nothing to deal with because you coped! You never gave a care about consequences! I was that one and I didn't throw myself of the hospital! Just tell me why, why.......... Yeah, well I could have helped you, but you work on your own even as you are dead. Isn't that right, mister no friends?! Don't be dead, come back...." John broke down and cried as he stood there. After minutes of sobbing he walked back to the car and drove home. He walked into his house to see his best friend sitting on the couch in his pajamas.

"Great, you aren't dead? Or are you a ghost coming to haunt me?" John cried. Just then a call came, it was Greg Lestrade. John decided to pick up.

"John, would you be okay if we replaced Sherlock?" Greg asked, "you are open to take it but we both know you aren't any sherlock."

"Replace Sherlock?" John though aloud. Sherlock nodded his head slowly. "Yeah, and no, not me."

"Great, I have to call Mycroft back and tell him you are fine with the situation. Bye," Greg said. John slowly took the phone from his head.

"Now, why are you not dead?" John said to the Sherlock in his flat. Sherlock gave a small smirk.

"I let you figure out this one." He said as he stood up and got a glass off water. John sat in the chair near his desk.

"The useless sidekick doesn't have a single clue," John said. Sherlock gave his blogger a shameful look.

"You have been my friend and yet you don't learn, I was never dead. I faked it. That was Moraity disguised as me. Molly helped me out and soon she will 'realize' she made a mistake in the report and I will once again be alive but just got out of quarantine," Sherlock explained. "So that replacement will either not come or will work with us.... I personally rather have the first option."

John gave in and ran over to PJ Sherlock. John wrapped his arms around him and felt tears fall down his face. Sherlock had never seen John so emotional, he decided to hug him back. "And for the record, you aren't useless. Not to me." Sherlock whispered.