The Last Destination (Superwholock)

The Last Destination (Superwholock)

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"Sherlock races downstairs, his heart pounding at each step he takes. He dreads each second-each precious second- the life threatening seconds he knows too well. Nearing the steps, he hears a gunshot." After John is shot by a sniper in The Reichenbach Fall, Sherlock has to live without him, but he meets a traveler, two brothers, and an angel, who help him get John back. ~~~ Feel free to read, but this is an abandoned story and will not be continued. If someone else would like to continue, I could PM them what I had in mind, or anyone could continue, I don't mind.
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John looked peaceful, his head lulling back and hands clasped together in his lap. His mouth was slightly open, and his breathing even. How had he fallen asleep so perfectly? Most people who had fallen asleep around Sherlock (which was, admittedly, not many) had slept awfully, loud and snorty, sometimes thrashing around, sometimes making weird sounds you're only capable of making while asleep. He sat next to the doctor, being careful not to disturb his slumber. Closing his eyes, Sherlock tried to get to his mind palace. To his dismay, too many thoughts cluttered his head. That had never happened before. Sherlock groaned softly, keeping his eyes closed. Maybe he should get some sleep. He knew John would want him to. "Ah John, what would I do without you?" Sherlock whispered to the sleeping man beside him on the couch. "I'd be a half dead robot if you weren't here. I almost was. I almost was." A small sigh escaped his lips as he slipped into the cool relief of sleep.

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