JohnLock Oneshots

The Last Case

It was around noon and Sherlock had just woken up. John had already been up for hours, working on their most recent case. The couple had been newlyweds for almost a month and they couldn't be happier. The late nights, sleeping in late, solving cases hand and hand. John had made tea for Sherlock and put it on the coffee table with a plate over it to keep it hot. Sherlock quietly picked it up and kissed John on the top of his head.

"Morning, Love." He whispered and John returned it. Sherlock sat across from him in his chair and picked up the newspaper. Ever since they had been getting more publicity, Sherlock had to keep track with the current events. He never knew when he would get that phone call to come to the crime scene.

But there was nothing that he could do to prepare himself for the phone call he was going to receive in just a few hours.

John had finally finished the case that he had been working on since the previous night and he got up to get dressed. Usually, the both of them would stay in their pajamas all day unless they had to go somewhere.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked without looking up from the newspaper.

"Out," John yelled from the bathroom. John retrieved his coat from the rack and kissed Sherlock. "I'll see you soon." And he left without another word. Sherlock raised his eyebrow. He couldn't think of a reason as to why John would leave without telling him why. Was he not feeling well? No, he had just recovered from a cold, there was a small chance that he was already sick again. Was he getting groceries? Sherlock got up from his chair and went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Full. Getting groceries wasn't the case. What was it?

"Everything alright?" Mrs. Hudson's voice interrupted Sherlock's thought process. He found himself pacing around the room.

"John left without a word. Did he say anything about where he was going?" Sherlock asked. He was starting to grow concerned rather than just being a pest. Mrs. Hudson just shook her head,

"No, sorry dear. He did ask to borrow my car yesterday. Usually, I never let anyone touch it but I was in a good mood." She began to sweep the floor and Sherlock thought even more. He looked over at the time: 16:00. Was he getting a haircut? No, that can't be it. John knows how much Sherlock loves his hair. He was out of ideas.

"Has he said anything to you in the past week or so?" Sherlock asked Mrs. Hudson.

"He hasn't been saying much now that I think about it." She paused, "Actually, he hasn't said anything to me in awhile other than asking for the car." Sherlock immediately knew what John was doing, or going to do. Without another word, he ran out the door and hailed a cab. No, that'll take too long. He thought the next best option was to run. So he did. He took all the shortcuts and detours. He knew the city like the back of his hand. It only took him about 10 minutes to arrive at the bridge, half the time it would have taken by any car. He looked around, trying not to panic.

Finally, he spotted a small figure on the walkway. Sherlock started to run, then he began to sprint. His legs had never carried him so fast. The figure was slowly coming closer to view. It was John. He was facing the water, at the highest point of the bridge. At first, he was just leaning against the railing, enjoying the view.

"John!" Sherlock screamed over and over again. He knew that John could hear him. "John!"

John turned his head ever so slightly towards Sherlock. He then turned to face his gasping husband.

"John..." Sherlock took a few deep breaths, "Hear me out." Despite the fatigue, Sherlock's gaze never left John's.

"Sherlock," John whispered. He took a few steps closer to him. Their faces were now inches apart. John put his hand on Sherlock's cheek, a small tear was threatening to fall. "Never stop being you." Sherlock put his hand on John's arm, he could feel the scabs on his fingers.

"John, don't." Sherlock looked straight into his eyes. Their lips gently touched then parted quickly.

"Look at our last case." And that was it. That was the last words that Sherlock ever heard from his husband.

***A/N***

Shit, I thought this was gonna be a lot better than it ended up being...

I promised myself I would upload a ton this weekend and well we all know how that went... :(

Word Count: 823

*PS: I just realized this would have been such a good one for the end of these oneshots... I promise I'll go out with a bang (Not anytime soon)