life and death

2 years later

2 years later

First thing first. Thank you to 'superwholock' for giving me great ideas on the plot of this story, I give all credit to that person. Also thank you for everyone who voted the first chapter of the story. Thank you :)

I woke up with a jolt. I was sweating badly.  I just had a nightmare nothing new.  Ever since he died I have been having them almost every night. Nightmares about the fall, nightmares about the time he had died.

I got out of bed and looked out the window.  I sighed deeply and felt a tear fall from my very own eyes. What was happening to me? I have been in war for God's sake,  I have already experienced pain, loss and suffering.  Why should this be any different? I was already used to it. I had to be, for otherwise I would have gone mad. We all would have.  I have seen fellow soldiers die, my best friends died before me and I was fine with that, because that is what war does to you: makes you mad or makes you sane. You just had to pick. Then why should Sherlock be any different?

Life does crazy stuff to you sometimes,  you just had to accept it.

I stared out the window and looked at the London skyline deep in thought.  How different would it be if Sherlock was here?  Everything was quiet without him. Too quiet.

The sun was rising from behind the shard, the tallest building in London,  oh how Sherlock would have loved it.  Actually to come to think of it he would have said that it was a waste of space, time and money.

I smiled and checked the clock on my bedside table.  7:50am it read.  Time to get the day started, another day without Sherlock.  I had to get used to this. He wasn't coming back. It is a foolish thought to think so. He was dead. Definitely dead. Molly did an autopsy on him.

Molly.  It must have been hard for her.  I could tell that she secretly loved him, everyone knew about them. But she had a new boyfriend now. Matt, I think his name was or Malcome. I couldn't remember.

My phone rang and I got a message.  it was from Lestrade.  Lestrade, what had become of him. Well, he has accepted that Sherlock wasn't coming back. And that made him, deep down sad, maybe a bit angry. That Sherlock had no reason to kill himself but he still did. I guess it made everyone filled with anger,  who had ever been close to him.  He had many friends: me, Mrs Hudson, Lestrade,  Molly and his brother Mycroft.

'Break in at Scotland Yard.  Come in as soon as possible '

The message said.  I was deeply confused.  What idiot would be crazy enough to break into Scotland Yard. A building filled with police. 

It was not Morriaty,  he had killed himself.  His body was found on the rooftop of St Barts hospital.  Anyway it was not his style.  He was more into the Tower of London and The Bank of England.  He would have broken into Scotland Yard ages ago. No. This person was much more and that got me excited.

'On my way' I replied back at once. Ever since Sherlock jumped, Lestrade had been hiring me and giving me 'little' jobs (as he liked to call it). But I know it was to distract me from Sherlock.  But I went along with it anyway.

no one is reading this I can't see the point of writing this. Anyway please comment and vote :)