Pale Blue Eyes
I've changed their final words. This is what I wished happened. Spoilers! but not really since its different… :L
Slash: JohnSherlock (don't like? Fuck off)
"Keep your eyes fixed on me, John…please!" he cried, his voice cracking slightly. John nodded, staring up at Sherlock, unable to believe any of this
"Ok, ok, I'm looking at you… Sherlock, please don't-"
"J-John… I need to tell you something…" he said, quieter this time. John took a deep breath
"Fire away, Sherlock. I'm listening." Sherlock's breath shook as he breathed, obviously trying not to cry "Sherlock…I love you." He said, looking straight at his beautiful eyes. They widened slightly and John heard Sherlock finally start to cry freely. He wanted to hug him so much…
"I-I love you too… Thank you for everything you've done, John.. P-putting up with me.."
"I enjoyed it, Sherlock, you make my life much more interesting.." Sherlock laughed slightly, sniffing. "Sherlock, please don't do this."
"I have to… They'll k-kill you if I don't.." he whispered. John glanced around then back at Sherlock
"How do you-"
"Moriarty… He's got gunmen on you, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade…all three will shoot if they don't see me jump and die.. I-I can't let that happen…"
"Sherlock, stay calm and listen to me." He said seriously, holding his phone with both hands to stop his hands shaking. "I'll be fine, ok? Where is Moriarty now?"
"Dead… He shot himself just now…" John's breath hitched at this "J-John? Are you still there?"
"Yes, yes, I'm here, I'm still right here, Sherlock… Listen, w-why don't you throw Moriarty's body over? Make it look like he's you and you jumped?"
"I-I couldn't lift him…and anyway, they wouldn't believe it. No…this is s-something I have to do. This is my note, John…that's what people do isn't it? L-leave notes…apologising to the people they love.."
"Sherlock, please-"
"Goodbye, John Watson." John's eyes widened as he started up at him, unnoticed tears rolling down his cheeks
"Sh-SHERLOCK!"
"You know why I'm here." The psychiatrist looked at him, her cold eyes burrowing into his soul. "I'm here because…because Sherlock…-"
"Let it out, John. What about Sherlock?" John felt anger swell up inside his stomach and he glared at her
"Don't say his name! You didn't know him and you don't know me either!" he stood and left the office quickly, grabbing his jacket and slamming the door.
He felt like an idiot as he stalked from the clinic but he hated her, he hated himself, he hated everyone. Everyone except Sherlock Holmes.
John walked the streets of London, the torrential rain hammering down upon him. Rain which seemed to have started just after Sherlock's funeral a week ago… He hadn't returned to 221B, he couldn't face it. All those memories… The kitchen, the living room, the bedroom…
John grumbled to himself and sat down under a tree, cold and wet. He sighed, looking up at the dark afternoon sky, the thunder rolling towards him from above the clouds.
"Suppose I should go back, hm, Sherlock? I just…I can't imagine being there without you… I miss you so much, Sherlock.." he whispered to himself, shaking his head. He eventually decided he should get inside, so got a taxi to Baker Street.
He looked up at the building, wondering if Mrs Hudson would be home… He took a deep breath and went up, quietly entering the flat. He looked around, half filled boxes in various places where Mrs Hudson had left them. The place felt so empty now…lifeless…
Sherlock's laptop sat in its usual place on the desk, amongst his mess of paper, tea mugs and other rubbish.. John went over to it, picking up a small dark blue ball, the one Sherlock had been playing with in the lab the day before- It must have been with his possessions…like his scarf and coat, still stained with the blood from their owner… John sighed and sat on the sofa, grabbing his laptop. He checked his BlogSpot and was shocked at the amount of sympathy comments he'd received, even within a few hours…
He wrote a quick entry saying he was very grateful for their love and support but the blog would probably stop after what happened. He sat there for a little while, staring at the screen before sighing and logging out.
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