Sherlock Holmes imagines

:.goodbye

Season: two
Episode: three - the Reichenbach fall

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You and John rushed to the St Bartholomew's Hospital after you two found out that the report, about Mrs Hudson, was fake. Sherlock called John when you had almost reached your destination. You two had been around Sherlock for a long time. You met him at Barts. Your friend, Molly, took you with her to the lab one day, because you were curious. Sherlock was working on a case. John called it "The great game." You helped him and John out. The three of you solved the riddles and Sherlock eventually saved John from Moriarty. You moved in with the two men and grew closer to them. You became friends.

John looked up. His eyes were full of worry. He was breathing heavily. You could tell that he was shocked. Seeing his friend standing on a rooftop hurt him.

'What's going on?' John asked worriedly. He kept his eyes fixed on Sherlock. Sherlocks face was pale. He looked scared. You could also see that he was sad. Something terrible was about to happen. You could feel it.

'An apology.' You could hear Sherlocks voice through John's phone. 'It is all true..'

'Wh-what?' John asked.

'What is he talking about?' You asked. Your voice sounded weak.

'Everything they said about me,' Sherlock explained through the phone. 'I invented Moriarty.' Your eyes widened. This wasn't true. You were sure! You came closer to John so you could hear Sherlocks voice a little better.

'Sherlock,' you said. 'Why are you saying this?' Your voice quivered.

'I'm a fake,' Sherlock spoke. He sounded disappointed. Like he let himself down.

'Sherlock..'

'The newspapers were right all along,' Sherlock said. His voice was full of fear. 'I want you to tell Lestrade; I want you to tell Mrs Hudson, and Molly... in fact, tell anyone who will listen to you that I created Moriarty for my own purposes.'

'This is not true,' you spoke in disbelieve.

'Ok,' John said. 'Shut up, Sherlock, shut up!' His voice pounced through your head.

'The first time we met,' John added. 'The first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?'

Then you remembered the day he told you about your father. He read you like a book.

'You also told me about my father! Nobody could ever find that out, I thought, but you could! You are not a fake!'

'Nobody could be that clever.' Sherlock said.

'You could,' John spoke.

Sherlock laughed and gazed down at his friends. A tear rolled down his cheek. You nervously looked up and tried to hold back your tears.

'I researched you two. Before we met I discovered everything that I could to impress you,' Sherlock started and he sniffed quietly. 'It's a trick. Just a magic trick.'

John closed his eyes and shook his head repeatedly. He didn't believe a word from what Sherlock was saying.

'That's not possible.. you didn't know we would meet,' you brought in.

'No,' John hissed. 'All right, stop it now!'

John grabbed your hand and he started to walk towards the entrance of the hospital. Yes, you had to save him!