I could feel the connection. "Well, Should I get you two to 221b?" Moriarty asked, eyes wide open in surprise. "Thought you were a villain, Jim, shouldn't you be killing us and not chatting?" "You don't understand, Sherlock, we need to stay low, two suicides both being, fake, lets make sure nobody finds out yet." Moriarty says, in his 'I'm so clever' voice. "Well the hurry the hell up!" I demanded. I wish I hadn't said it, as soon as I did, he pressed the gas pedal with some much force, we sped up to 100 miles an hour. "SLOW DOWN!" everyone shouted at the top of our lungs. "Guess you call this a suicide, maybe we can fake this one too" Moriarty said in the calmest voice he could speak in.
We knew it was the end, and it was, head on with a Mini Cooper, killing the driver. I thought I was dead, I was, for 12 years. I was in a coma for 12 years, when I woke up, I was rushed to the ER for testing. "Whe- Where's She- Sherlock?" I don't remember everything, but I woke up 3 days later, I apparently passed out. The first face I saw was Mycrofts. "Dead". He said as if he read my mind. 'No fuc- how long was I in a coma?" "12 years" he says, reading his newspaper. I thought me and Sherlock had a thing. Now he was dead. Again, why did I let this happen? Why did Sherlock die and not me? Questions for God I guess. "If it makes you feel worse, He died yesterday, you were too late, death got to him first. I sat there, face in my palms, tears coming out of my eyes.
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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.
