Falling For You

Gone

At six in the morning, John Watson woke up from a nightmare filled sleep. He kept seeing Sherlock falling and falling like he was on a loop of sorts, and he woke up almost every hour with his heart throbbing and buckets of sweat pouring out of him. He told himself that he would stop having the nightmares once he left and once Sherlock was out of his life for good. So, John got out of his bed and packed the few jumpers still lying around. He had moved most of his stuff into Sherlock's room, but he didn't dare go back in there, not with Sherlock there to make fun of him for feeling emotions.

John walked down the stairs to the front door of 221B Baker Street, his hand hovering over the knob he had touched a million times before. But this time was different. This time he didn't plan on coming back. 221B Baker Street wasn't home anymore, not if Sherlock didn't love him.

John found himself stomping back up the stairs and then walking down the hall to Sherlock's room. He stood in front of Sherlock's door, threatening to knock. He didn't think it would be right to just not say goodbye, but he couldn't bring himself to see him again. John trudged down the stairs with each foot pounding down the stairs feeling like a bag of bricks.

He hailed a cab and got in. He reluctantly told the cabbie Harry's address, and then he was taken far from Mrs. Hudson and 221B Baker Street. Far from Sherlock. Far from home. And because of this, John Watson started sobbing. He didn't want to live without Sherlock Holmes. He had tried a life without his love and he knew that it didn't go over well.

As John got to his new flat, Sherlock woke up. He could feel that John was gone and Sherlock knew that he couldn't call. It seemed as though he would never speak to John ever again. Sherlock knew that it would hurt like hell, but at the same time he knew he was doing it to keep his love safe, and that was all that mattered.

About an hour later, Mrs. Hudson knocked on his bedroom door.

"Sherlock? Where's John gone off to?" she asked.in her usual motherly voice.

Sherlock rolled over in his bed, the one he used to share with John. "He left," Sherlock replied.

"Oh," Mrs. Hudson frowned. "Have you two had a domestic?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes and didn't reply. He pulled out his phone and looked at his most recent text.

Liar? -JM

He managed a reply.

No. -SH

A reply came almost instantly.

Too bad Johnny isn'y playing anymore. He was such a fun guy. -JM

Leave him alone. This is between us. -SH

I still owe you a fall. -JM

Sherlock threw his phone across the room. It crashed into the wall and fell to the floor. Devastated, Sherlock collapsed into a fit of tears. After his whole life, he finally understood what it was like to feel love and then to feel loss.