Simply exhausted of all colour. Wasted. I didn't lie down. I didn't blink. I just sat there, staring into nothingness, waiting for something to materialise into my vision. Something. Anything. I had kept Sherlock away. Kept him away from his death, for so long. So long. Little did I know, all he needed was a little jump from a rooftop. It wouldn't take me long either, would it? I wasn't going to die. I needed relief. I needed disconnection. Disorientation. Oblivion. Ignorance. Because ignorance is bliss. It was in my hand, now. Like vengeance disguised in forgiveness. Breathe. Steady. Hold. Control. . . . Now. Pain shot through my arms and my palms, like my nails were being pulled out. It spread like fire, like ice cold fire, still burning like coals. My limbs were numb. I fell onto the bed, my mouth pressed into the sheet at an odd angle. I was too fatigued to change it. Too drowned to change it. Drowned too deep. To change anything. I'd never done this. Was I going to die? It'd be better if I died. What would that feel like? Flying? Better that this I suppose. Don't you think, Sherlock? [TW: IF YOU ARE STRUGGLING WITH PTSD SCHIZOPHRENIA DEPRESSION ANXIETY PANIC DISORDERS DRUGS OR ARE TRIGGERED BY ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE PROCEED WITH DISCRETION. GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF NEAR- SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND VIOLENCE AND ZERO CLOSURE LIKE LITERALLY NO CLOSURE]

Sherlock has always loved John and John has always loved Sherlock. All it takes is a fall for them to realize.

A Bagginshield fanfic, hope you enjoy! None of the characters or names belong to me but to their respective copyright holders. I often use lines from Peter Jackson's Hobbit trilogy, as this fanfiction is based on the films; I do not claim, however, that I have invented them.

Ever since The Fall of Sherlock Holmes, Jim Moriarty has been paying John Watson unwelcome visits. - ( Chapters jump through time. POV alternates. Warnings: Occasional explicit language; sexual references. ) -

(Teenlock AU) John Watson's relationship with Sherlock Holmes really started with the breach in the wall. A simple gap in the ten-foot brick barrier surrounding the campus, and in the pile of rubble that remained, a dead body. School hadn't even started yet, and already John found himself dragged into a hurricane of mystery and horror much more thrilling than anything the drama of teenage gossip would have offered. And the only one guiding his way was his new roommate, although John might've doubted that Sherlock wasn't the murderer himself.

Just some Oneshots for one of my many OTP's John and Sherlock from BBC Sherlock. We all know that BBC broke our hearts several times, but we're fangirls, we'll survive it, right? The Oneshots can be written in German as well as in English, I'll see what I'm up to, when I write them. Obviously I don't own anything. Neither the Characters nor the Lyrics. The Plot are my ideas and they should stay that way. Please don't copy on another site.

John leaves Sherlock to face the world on his own. It was either John die, or Sherlock and John die and so he made the decision and he pulled the trigger. Leading up to now. A/N: It will end happily though I swear!

Sherlock receives a phone call as he is trying to solve a murder case. It was Watson. And he had something urgent to say.