Robbie's Concert; Sherlock/Cavetown fanfiction.

From the viewer's eyes.

Robin blamed Sherlock's failure to turn up on himself. In a way, he was one of the reasons Sherlock didn't come, because little did the boy know, his father was standing on the edge of a hospital rooftop, staring at his best friend and preparing to jump.

Often... I am upset..

"Okay, look up, I'm on the rooftop."
"Oh, God.."

That I cannot fall in love, but I guess...

"I.. I can't come down, so we'll just have to do it like this."
"What's going on?"

This avoids the stress of falling out of it.

"An apology... It's all true."

Are you tired of me yet?

"You can shut up, Sherlock. Shut up! The first time we met, the first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?"

I'm a little sick right now, but I swear..

"Nobody could be that clever."
"You could."

I will fly us out of here.

Robbie smiled his way through floods of endless tears as he sang, while the audience cheered him on. He missed his dad, and his dad missed him. He didn't know it, but in that moment, his dad was saving his life.

I'll cut my hair...

"This phone call, it's um.. It's my note. It's what people do, don't they? Leave a note?"

To make you stare...

"Leave a note.. When?"
"Goodbye, John."
"No, don't."

I'll hide my chest and I'll-

"SHERLOCK!"

Figure out a way to get us out of here.

In one school, on one stage, there is a boy. A boy with crowds surrounding him, cheering his name and his friends calling, "I can't see him, let me through."

In one street, on one pavement, there is a man. A man with crowds surrounding him, calling his name and his best friend whispering, "He's my friend, let me through."

And nobody involved has a clue of their own situation.

Except Sherlock.