To Lose A Loved One (Johnlock)

Chapter Four

JOHN

After Greg had taken John home he had just dropped, He didn't make it to my bed, the events from today just kept playing through his head, after two hours of just sitting there he started talking to himself

'Two years, why did it take him so long?'

'Maybe he wasn't lying and there was a sniper'

'Still could've have told me'

'Would you have believed him?'

'Maybe not but why wait three BLOODY years?'

'Maybe he cared to much'

John rose from the floor and muttered a single word "sentiment"

He dragged himself throughout his flat making tea and cleaning as he went alone, after another three hours of nothing he heard a knock at the door and something dropping through the letterbox, he ran and opened the door but saw nobody, groaning he retreated back into his flat and turned seeing a parcel on the floor after retrieving it and herding to his armchair and opened it it was a book... no diary the cover was blank, but the inside cover had a name written so small and so tidy it read

Sherlock Holmes

John flicked through the pages and saw it had been written in nearly every day for two years, the final page, Sherlock's final entry read

'If it's time to go,

remember what you're leaving.

Remember the best.

My friends have always been the best of me.

So I will continue to keep them safe at whatever cost, John, Greg and Mrs Hudson no harm will come to them.'

Tears fell from Johns eyes as he realised what Sherlock had done for them, but John couldn't forgive him so easily Sherlock had to realise what he had done to them, the pain he'd caused John, he just hoped he'd realise soon

"Oh Sherlock you bloody idiot" mumbled John

With that he pulled himself to be and awaited the nightmares that always came, ever since the fall, but to Johns surprise they never showed and John slept with a smile on his face.

SHERLOCK

Sherlock stared at the door which was now closed and knocked again

"Mrs Hudson?"

Slowly and carefully she reopened the door

"Am I seeing things?"

"No Mrs Hudson, I'm back" Sherlock whispered

"But you died you jumped from a building"

"To keep you, John and Lestrade safe"

"Well don't do it again, you stupid boy, wait... does John know your back?"

"Yeah, but he's not exactly happy with me"

"What did you except? It killed him when he thought you were dead, just give him time, okay?"

"Okay, so can I move back in, John said you never rented it out"

"Sure, why not? Just don't shoot the bloody wall"

"No promises" Sherlock smirked and made his way upstairs.

The second Sherlock stepped in he knew everything would be different now, without John how could it be the same. Everything looked bare without Johns belongings, Sherlock lay down on the sofa and placed his hands in a prayer like position before slipping into his mind palace, reliving all his past cases with John.

It took Sherlock three hours to pull himself back into the real world and when he did he jumped straight up and got to work, if John wouldn't talk to him Sherlock would forget him, it couldn't be that hard, could it?

Within an hour everything had changed, Johns armchair was no longer in the living room but in his bedroom and everything else belonging to him was gone, he headed to his room reaching for his phone,

Go forward in all of your beliefs,

and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.

That I was not mistaken in saving you,

But even if I had died on St Bart's rooftop saving you

It would have been worth it.

Goodnight John Watson

- SH

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So I've been on a doctor who marathon, and I managed to add two doctor who quotes in this and it wasn't intentional but still :)

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