Sherlock dialed Molly’s number frantically, shouting at her to pick up as he ran through the crowded streets of London. This was his last chance to save John. He should have come back sooner. Now John was in greater danger than ever before and John was encouraging himself to step further into that danger.
For once, Sherlock was feeling pure fear. It was the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the frantic beating of his heart, the dropping feeling of his stomach, and the trembling of his hands as he fumbled once again with his cell phone. It was the sharp and blinding streak of lightning that pierced his mind and befuddled it with the accompanying thunder.
John’s in danger. The three words repeated over and over as he came closer and closer to St. Bart’s. They echoed and distorted in his head. They grew louder and louder, screaming now, a desperate plea begging to be heard.
“Molly!” Sherlock shouted into the phone once she finally picked up. “John’s in danger! You need to get to the roof of St. Bart’s and stop him! Now!” Sherlock barked the orders, never slowing his pace. He dodged traffic rather than waiting for it to pass. He had conveyed the message precisely as his head was shouting it, but it still wouldn’t stop. God, he wanted it to stop!
“Sherlock, calm down. I can hardly understand a word you’re saying. Just breathe for a moment.”
The fact that Molly could be so calm merely sent Sherlock into a more desperate panic, his voice breaking as he shouted the message to her again. “John is going to jump, damn it! Get to the roof!”
“Sherlock, what do you mean? John’s fine, he’s getting better. He’s at home sleeping as we spe-“
“HE IS NOT HOME! HE IS NOT SLEEPING! GET TO THE ROOF NOW, MOLLY!”
“How do you know he’s-“
“I JUST KNOW. HELP HIM!”
With that, Sherlock ended the call. He was breathless, both from fear and from sprinting. He didn’t hear his phone go off again in his pocket. He wouldn’t know until that night, when he listened to his voicemail.
All that mattered now was that Sherlock and Molly both made it in time to their one destination: John.
The instant Sherlock ended the call, Molly began hastily making her way to the rooftop. Unluckily, though, the elevators were down. She flew up the stairs as quickly as she could. Hopefully, she would make it in time.
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We All Fall Down
FanfictionAfter the fall, John is faced with some very difficult times. He is pushing everyone away and still hopes that somehow, Sherlock could still be alive. His hope fades quickly once he realizes that he is all alone. That if Sherlock was ever coming...
