This ficlet goes along with the song, See You Again - Whiz Khalifa. Just to clarify it's not Johnlock, but it is about Sherlock and John.
"See You Again" - Whiz Khalifa ft. Charlie Puth
It's been a long day without, my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again
Lights. Bright. Flashing. Ears ringing.
What's happening? Where is John?
"His b.p. is dropping! Come on Mr. Holmes stay with us!"
Oh bloody hell I'm fine...
A paramedic patted his cheek firmly. "Mr. Holmes nod if you can hear me."
You ass I've been telling you this whole time, I'm fine!
"He's not responding, we're losing him...shit! His pupil just blew. Come on drive faster!"
The next thing Sherlock remembers is waking up in a hospital bed surrounded by beeping machines and attached to an array of wires. He groans and stretches as his muscles protest with a searing pain. He raises his arms and wrinkles his nose at the streaks of blood that run down them. Where did that come from?
"Ah, you're finally awake brother mine. Try not to move too much, you were severely injured. The doctor has ordered complete bed rest for 3 weeks."
"Shut Up Mycroft, you're input is unnecessary at the moment."
"Do you know why you're here?"
Sherlock looked at him, attempting to put on his, I have this all figured out face, but instead faltered as confusion settled in. "What happened?"
"You took on a client involved in the oil pipe dispute in the north. They lead you to believe that they were the victims. By the time you knew otherwise you and John were caught in the thick of it. A source of mine said that John took a bullet for you and when they attempted to kill you and he managed to blow up an oil tanker, killing the main players and saving you're life."
Sherlock processed the information and slowly it all came back to him.
They had been lured into a trap. Right from the get go it had been about killing Sherlock. They had thrown Sherlock down on his knees and held a semi automatic to his head as they asked him if he had any last words. John was being restrained but managed to writhe loose, he snagged his captors gun and yelled. "Vatican Cameos!" He jumped through the air sending several shots in the direction of an oil tanker. He fell onto Sherlock pushing him aside as the shot rang out. A cry followed as the bullet tore through John's chest.
"John!" Sherlock grabbed at air as his friend fell backwards.
Multiple shots rang out as several assailants attempted to hit Sherlock. He ignored them as he kneeled over his friend trying desperately to asses how he could stop the bleeding.
John wheezed and began to cough up blood. "Sherlock...the gun...stop them."
"No, I need to stop the bleeding! There's so much blood...John where does it hurt?" Sherlock began to fill with desperation as he ripped John's coat open, searching for the bullet wound. John's blood covered his clothes and arms.
With the last bit of energy he had, John grabbed Sherlock's arm and uttered "It won't help... just stop them, Sherlock, stop them!"
"Shut up! Shut up! You're fine, just let me think!" Sherlock yelled, trying desperately to think of a way to save his friend.
John knew from the moment the bullet hit him he was a lost case. He tried to tell Sherlock but he wouldn't listen. John felt himself fading away, he smiled up at Sherlock and then went limp. Sherlock stopped what he was doing. He took one look at John and tore in half . He grabbed the gun from John's limp hand and spun around. With a warrior's cry he began to return fire on the assailants. He ran right up to them like a madman, spraying the vicinity with bullets, killing them left and right.
They surrounded him. John saved him for a second time.
The bullets that John had shot at the tanker created a spark and the tanker blew, causing successive explosions of the tankers around it.
Sherlock was thrown into the air. The next thing he remembered was waking in the hospital.
Remembering this Sherlock realizes what John had been trying to say. He stares at the bleached walls of the hospital room as he clenches and un-clenches his hands.
"Sherlock? Are you alright?" Mycroft questions his brother worriedly.
Sherlock looks blankly at Mycroft and then without a warning, he begins to sob.
John his best friend, his companion...is gone.
The funeral was small. John asked for that. Everyone has left except for Sherlock. He stands by the grave and seems to be contemplating what to say. "John, I want you to not be dead. I want you to be here...Everyday is long without you my friend. But I'll tell you all about it when I see you again."
Sherlock turns around and makes his way towards his car. A tear trickles down his face.