Sherlock gets brain cancer (Alone on the Water anyone?). And John is doing everything humanly possible to save him and he's trying so much. He moves back in to 221B, stops going to work, and even stops seeing Mary just to be with Sherlock. But Sherlock just keeps on getting worse.
"John what's our landlady's name?"
"John what's your wife's name?"
"John what's my brother's name?"
"John....Who am I?"
Sherlock's amazing ability to remember is snatched away from him. When he sleeps he keeps crying, begging.
"Please....don't let me forget....I've worked so hard for this..."
And one day Sherlock dies, just like that in his sleep. And at Sherlock's funeral John realizes that Sherlock never never ever in the whole time he was forgetting everything, he clung onto John's name. He never forget John's name, he forgot Mrs. Hudson, Mary, Molly, and even himself. But John was Sherlock's whole life. He never forgot that.
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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
