Three Years After the Burn

by wholocked12

Can death be a magic trick? Sherlock's death was nothing more than that. There is one person he must destroy upon his return to the living, but can the brilliant detective be beaten by an assassin?

1. Prolouge

Hi there!

So here's the scoop. This is my first Sherlock fan fiction so please be nice! I would love some reviews!

Takes place after TRF

Disclaimer: Sherlock BBC belongs to Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. Though I wish I did, I own nothing. No infringement intended.

John's POV

After I had helped Mrs. Hudson settle in for the night I slowly made my way up to the flat. It felt cold, unwelcoming and above all, empty. I turned on the kitchen light and a lamp in the living room in attempt to make the feeling go away. It did't help. As I put on a kettle for a cup of tea I switched on the television for a bit of noise. It was so quite without him around going on rants and making his deductions. I grabbed my cup of tea and sat heavily down in my chair and stared at the figures on the screen. Two hours passed until I got up and took my still half full tea cup into the kitchen. I gripped the counter in fear of falling down and letting every emotion flow from my body. As I stood there I realized something. Moriarty hadn't burned the heart out of Sherlock, he had burned it out of me.

So reviews? Yes?

Just so you all know this is not Johnlock, just a very strong friendship.