Johnlock prompts

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(Get your tissues people)

   Just a normal day at Baker Street, all be it a bit quiet. But otherwise normal. John was out working at the clinic at Sherlock was home, doing gods know what to fingers or something of that manner. John had just finished up his hours and decided to go home. He clocked in and gave the receptionist a warm smile before walking out into the bitterly cold air of London. As soon as he stepped out however, he got a sense of unease. He knew nothing was wrong, but there seemed to be a whisper he could not quite hear in the back of his mind. He brushed it off and hailed a cab. As he got closer and closer to Baker Street, the whisper got louder and louder until it seemed he was yelling in his own mind. He swallowed and looked up at the windows of 221b as they stopped. He paid the cabbie and hesitantly got out. He walked in and noticed Mrs. Hudson was gone. Again, not unusual but unsettling for whatever reason. He walked the stairs and opened the door to his flat, revealing a disheveled,unconscious Sherlock. He just sighed and walked past thinking he might be sleeping from the amount of research he's been doing for his project. So he simply changed and walked back out into the living room. What he didn't see at the door, was that there was a used needle on the floor lying next to Sherlock's outstretched arm. He stopped in his tracks almost immediately overwhelmed on what to do. He ran over to Sherlock and started shaking him. "Sherlock?" He didn't respond "Sherlock!" He yelled. Sherlock still didn't move a muscle. John took his pulse but there wasn't one. He panicked as tried doing cpr for over an hour until he slumped down on his dead friend and started sobbing violently. His tears soaked Sherlock's shirt as he held onto him tightly. "You.. you cant be dead, this is just like last time right?! You're just faking your death to get rid of Moriarty right??!!" He said panicked. Sherlock stayed as he was, cold and lifeless. John just kept crying until after a few hours he decided to call Mycroft and tell him about it. Mycroft was over almost immediately and the once dapper British Government was breaking down as well. He called in his men and they took Sherlock away. After that it was just Mycroft and John in the flat. Mycroft took in a shakey breath and put a comforting hand on Johns shoulder, but he pushed it off. "John, I-" " No Mycroft don't try to apologize because this is your fault! If you had just kept a better eye on your brother then he wouldn't be..." John started crying again "then he wouldn't be..." He completely broke down again. He sat on the floor crying with all his being and Mycroft left giving himself and John room to grieve.

AUTHORS NOTE
yeah I'm sorry