Sherlock's Grave (Adlock Fan Fiction BBC Sherlock)

All characters from BBC Sherlock ^-^

Adlock Short FanFiction?

It had been a few hours since John left Sherlock's grave. But, Sherlock was still stood hiding. He didn't know why... He just was. He was stood lost in thought staring at his own grave. "The less people that know I'm alive the better...' Sherlock muttered trying to reassure himself, 'But why not tell the people that care for you the most? I mean, you told your brother but not-." He suddenly snapped out his thoughts and finally stopped staring at his grave with which he quickly turned around.Taking a few steps forward he suddenly stopped-again. For a reason he couldn't explain he turned around very softly.

Walking over to the place where he lay was a woman- not one Sherlock recognised. She was wearing a candy floss coloured wooly jumper with white jeans.

"I'm not particularly understanding why I can't figure out anything!" he shouted in a whisper so no one could hear him.

Out of no where a familiar voice rung through his head, "Maybe, just maybe, you're feeling heartbreak and maybe even loneliness..."

"Oh do shut up," Sherlock spat, rubbing his eyes. This time when he looked up the woman was crouching by his grave whilst hugging her knees. This time Sherlock could make out the ruby red lipstick. But this time those lips weren't formed in a smug smile. It was a much more sad frown and it seemed to be permanently stuck like that.

"No way..." Sherlock gasped, his heart thudding against his rib cage, "It's really her..." He craned his ears to hear what was being said

Irene searched through her brain for something to say or at least something to do. She suddenly remembered her little gift. She heaved herself to sit crossed legged is she pulled a rose from her bag. Ever so gently she twiddled it round in her fingers, avoiding the thorns she suddenly swallowed, 'Roses..." she began, "you know, these are my favourite flowers, favourite flowers for my... favourite man..."

Sherlock shook his head, "Did I... hear right? Since when does Irene speak... so... softly..." His heart was still racing when she suddenly gave the rose a quick kiss and placed it with the other flowers.

"You idiot!" she yelled unexpectedly, breaking down into tears "You're Sherlock Holmes, you're my Sherlock Holmes... you can't be dead! Please... please, you can't be dead. Oh Sherlock, I need you..."

"I need you too..." Sherlock whispered holding out his hand. He pulled it back abruptly before anybody noticed him. His heart wouldn't stop beating loudly, his chest ached with tremendous pain but he was Sherlock. 'Sherlock doesn't have feelings' he told himself but it was clear... he did. He would do anything to hold her close and comfort her. Tell her it was fine...

Irene let the tears drip down her face, before standing up again and brushing her trouser legs. She used the sleeve of the jumper to wipe away her tears. Although she didn't know it, her chest ached with as much pain as Sherlock's did.

Irene began to walk away before she turned with the same smug smile that Sherlock loved so dearly, "You, sir, still need to go for dinner with me! I won't forget that even if you're dead, don't you worry!"

"I promise you now, that I will take you to your dinner, I won't die. Even if I am theoretically dead, I won't die."

Then he shook his head again, "Unless that is, I'm feeling less soppy!" With a smirk on his face he left behind the life he grew to know so fondly.