It was the day after Sherlocks fall and death. John woke up a wreak hoping it was just a dream. He groaned, got dressed, and he walked out of his room hoping to find Sherlock sitting in his chair playing with his violin but when he came into the main room no one was there. Mrs. Hudson comes in sadly with 1 cup of tea it was then he realized that everything the fall, seeing sherlock on the ground bleeding, going to his grave and talking to him... EVERYTHING was real. John sniffs and sits in his chair his hand on his cheek looking at the fireplace. "It will be alright dearie he was a good man." Mrs. Hudson said right before she whimpered than walked out crying holding a tray. John taps his fingers looking at the phone wondering if he should call Lestrade or not. He hesitatingly picked up the phone and called Lestrade. Back where Lestrade is having a coffee he hears his phone ringing he quickly answers. "Hello?" he said in a urgent but hopeful voice. "Greg its John." Greg sighs "John we're trying to find if this is one of his tricks but.... John he's...hes not coming back." john gave a sad look "you don't..." he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment and said with his voice trying not to crack "you dont mean that." Greg sighs "look john, the sooner we get over Sherlocks death the sooner we can get on with our lives."
John shakes his head "he was my--" Just then a police box appeared in the living room of course John knew who it was he and Sherlock were friends with this man. The doors slowly opened and out came a man. He is known as The Doctor.
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The Fall (superwholock)
Fanfic*NOT FINISHED* it's a superwholock fanfic. it's a work in progress. Can the greatest team ever made stand the adventures, the pain, the horror, and the friendship coming their way? Find out!
