I wake with a start. "Just the alarm clock" I mutter to myself. I reach over and hit snooze. Day 534 since my best friend, Sherlock Holmes committed suicide. "Just one miracle" I whisper to myself. "Don't be dead". I never got to tell him my feelings for him. The thought puts me to depression. I finally get the energy to pull myself out of bed, and get dressed. "Would you like tea, dear?" Ms. Hudson asks. "No thanks, maybe later". I pick up the newspaper. Nothing new, lost dogs and cats, missing people, murders. "I don't think I'll be in 221b today" I say to Ms Hudson. I don't know if she heard me but I went out the door to get some air. "Beautiful out today isn't it?". A voice that sounded familiar, Sherlocks brother, Mycroft. "Very, yes, what would you like Mycroft I haven't seen you since... The day". "Something has come up, John, and I think it has something to do with Sherlock". My face turned red as soon as I heard his name. "Get in the car" he ordered. "We've got something to talk about."
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Dead Man Walking
FanfictionAlmost 2 years since John Watsons best friend, Sherlock Holmes jumped off Bart Hospital's rooftop. But when John meets up with Mycroft, John may still have hope.
