Brilliant and Unloved (A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter Six: Goodbye, John

John's POV:

"Sherlock..." I called after him, pain intertwined with my words. He left the flat, not looking back, his face stone. I sighed and looked back to Mrs. Hudson. Lestrade rested a hand on my shoulder as I closed my eyes, running my fingers through my hair. My entire body shook as hot tears began to stream down my face. Memories resurfaced. "I'm so sorry..." I said to the woman, my voice breaking. "It wasn't your fault Dr. Watson," Mycroft said softly, tapping his umbrella on the floor, before leaving Lestrade and I alone in the flat. Greg sighed heavily and pulled out his phone. Minutes later, a team of three officers came and removed the body. I watched silently, the pain in my chest slowly brandishing a hole in my heart.

As I walked down the street, my phone buzzed, startling me. I pulled it out from my pocket.

Get in the car.
-M.H.

A sleek car rolled up beside me, the windows tinted a dark black. A man walked out. He opened the door for me, gesturing for me to get in. I sighed and stepped in the vehicle. I was surprised to see Mycroft in the drivers seat, the man sitting down beside him. "You're in danger John," Mycroft started, his expression cold as he watched me through the mirror. "Yes I - I know... where exactly are you taking me?" I asked as he started the car. Mycroft didn't answer. "He loves you, John." "What are you talking about?" I half shouted, suddenly uncomfortable. Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Can you seriously not see it?" "This is no time for jokes Mycroft - you're in danger.... i'm in danger... hell, my landlady just got murdered and you choose now to bring this up?!?" Mycroft turned in his seat to face me. "John Watson, my brother is in love with you, need I make it more clear?" I felt my heart stop beating in my chest. I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Some part of me had already known, I had just refused to admit it to myself. I shook my head. Mycroft's expression softened. "You love him to." I avoided his eyes and looked to the window. Mycroft was right.

The car stopped just outside Barts Hospital. I gave Mycroft a questioning look but he just stared forwards. I opened the car door slowly, waiting for either man to follow but both stayed seated. As I closed the door, Mycroft said quietly, "Go save my brother." I whipped my head back around but he drove off without another word. With nowhere else to go, I walked into the hospital. Beds lined the walls despite the lack of patients. I scanned the room. Seeing nothing of particular interest, I mounted the stairs and began to climb. After several stories, I began to wonder why I was here. Only a few staff loitered around the halls and the rooms were oddly silent. I sighed and kept climbing until I reached a single door. I pushed it open. Two figures stood on the rooftop facing each other. The closer one pulled a phone out of his pocket, quickly typing something before replacing it in his coat. Just then, my phone buzzed softly. I reached into my pocket and brought it out.

Goodbye, John.
-S.H.

I looked back to the figures. The further was dressed in a grey suit and wore dark sunglasses. The other, a long navy coat with a scarf wrapped tightly around his neck, his dark curly hair resting just above. I gasped. Sherlock...