Sherlock and John had retired into a cottage in Sussex, living out their days in flowers, the buzzing of bees, and stories from year ago.
But today was different. Sherlock was different, he wasn't able to get out of bed, and Sherlock knew what was next. His health had been declining, quickly. John was by his side, not moving, not talking, but simply just breathing in a beat.
"John?"
"Yes?"
"I have a few things to talk to you about before..." Sherlock said rather than finishing his sentence. He tried to sit up, and John scooted closer.
"You can tell me tomorrow."
"And you know very well that tomorrow I won't be able to tell you." Sherlock snapped. John smiled. It was nice to know, even in his last day, that Sherlock was acting like himself.
"John...Sherlock is a girl's name." Sherlock said, as if you was going through a list.
John smile, and remembered the day that Sherlock had first said that.
"Yeah, but I don't think Kate would like having been named Sherlock, after his uncle. It would be a little strange, wouldn't it?" John said. Sherlock took a deep breath.
"Well, I was going to say something else... not that Sherlock was a girl's name..." Sherlock said, having to take deep breaths between every few words, and he laid back down onto the bed.
"If this is really my last chance to say it, John Watson I-"
And the only sound was the buzzing of bees.
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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
