Holmes' Book Of One Shots

Dirt

Author's Note: SPOILERS for The Final Problem!! Don't say I didn't warn you.... 

Also, this isn't my best. It was a messy and quick writing of mine, but I felt like it needed to be written. xxx -OH

He promised himself he would let out his emotion in private every once in awhile just so he could keep himself from breaking down like he did after Eurus' trial involving Molly. He was the machine, yet he was so much more emotional than his brother and John all because he never allowed himself to show his emotions. His emotion built up over time and eventually they would burst. That's why, at Victor Trevor's funeral, he took a page out of Dr Watson's book and made a speech for his long lost friend.

He checked that they were out of hearing range before speaking to the coffin that had just been lowered into the ground. "I'm afraid I don't remember much of you, I've learned to block out most of the memories, but what I do remember..." his lips twitched, "those are some of the best memories I've got." He bent down, grabbing a handful of loose dirt. He stared at it as it sat in the palm of his hand.

"Funny thing," he said, "dirt. It's nothing special, yet when someone dies people tend to drop a handful onto the coffin as if it has some sort of significance to the departed. I never understood how that could give someone any sort of closure, but then again I've never had to do it, not that I remember anyways.... I guess it's time for me to give it a go, isn't it?" He held his arm out over the open grave, his hand closed, fingers down. Some dirt slipped through the spaces between his fingers and fell into the hole.

"Truly, I feel like I'm just beginning to know you. Like we've just met yet we have some strong chemistry that drew us together but I regret to say that I'll never know you as I once did. What I can promise you, though, is that I will remember you. I'll never forget what role you played in my life, even if I can't remember the details. And, you know what? Maybe I'll get a dog. I think I will someday, when my god daughter's a little bit older. You always loved dogs, now that I think about it. You and me both. I'll get a dog and I'll dedicate my adoption to you, Redbeard.... To the times we shared, to the ones we never got to share."

He opened his hand and watched as the dirt fell, landing on top of the coffin lid, landing on top of the handfuls from his parents and siblings. Sherlock wouldn't admit it, but there were tears stinging his eyes and he didn't bother wiping them away as he turned and walked toward the road where his family and friend waited on him.