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John could hear the ringing in his ears again. It was loud, too loud, and almost painful. He needed to wake up. He had to wake. He couldn't do this anymore, not again. But nonetheless the images came shooting behind his eyes, for the second time that night.


Sherlock standing on top of the roof, smiling down at him. . .

He's on his phone but he can't hear.

Saying such horrible things . . . it's a lie, John. All a lie. Not real. None of it.

Sherlock's crying . . . Was he crying?-No, no he can't be. Sherlock doesn't cry. It's a bad joke. It's all a big, wrong misunderstanding.

John wanted to go to him. Run to him. To run up that building and hold onto Sherlock for dear life. For him to stop this. To tell him it's okay. To stop doing this every night to him.

Trying to run towards Sherlock was futile. He just got further away. Stop, John. Think.

It's a lie, John. All he said. All he is. All he was.

He's dropped the phone again now. You know you're running out of time. But you can change it... How can I change what happens this time?

He needs to know before it's too late-But know what? He's moving again. Sherlock just stop! Need to think.

Sherlock moves towards the edge slowly, looking down expectantly, again.

No, no, no, no. Not again. Please not again. I can't. Please! Please? STOP IT. Just stop it. I can't watch this again. Not again.

Sherlock suddenly pushes himself off. . . And for a moment just a moment, everything is still. I have time.

Time freezes, and he is just hangs in the air .Like a rag doll. Completely still.

And the crushing hope comes rushing up my throat, like bile. He can be saved. I can save him.

But then it stops. And time seems to be moving at triple speed.

Seeing him falling, again. Fast.

Arms and legs flaying about him in ruff helpless movements.

Always so elegant.

He looks up and stares right at me as he falls. I could stare at him forever. He smiles again and-

BANG.

He hits the ground. He stops falling.

Too late again, Johnny boy. Too late.

He just lays crumbled in a heap on the ground.

Just a mess on the floor. Everything was blood. It was all over his hands.


I woke violently and threw myself off the bed and onto the floor, stumbling. My breathing was heavy and erratic and I could feel my heart still pounding loudly out. Half awake I started to stand, stretching the crick out of my muscles.

Drying off the wetness on my cheek and couple of deep breathes later; I started to feel normal again. I walked over to the door dodging the mess and threw it open heading for the kitchen. I needed a drink.

I opened the cupboards looking for anything remotely strong. I sighed; I really desperately needed to go shopping. No food was one thing, but this? Defeated, I walked slowly out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa. There was absolutely nothing to do. I looked around the room, in search of something, anything. I really couldn't go to sleep again, risking dreaming. I had read all the books in the house, the ones I was interested in anyway. And I had thrown the Telly out. I'm just starting to think that might not have been a good move. But it had, at the time, made me feel slightly better. All that rubbish the media was sprouting . . . Stupid blighters.

Now I understand how he always got so bored. I looked at the wall and smiled. Somehow it just didn't seem appealing to shoot at.

I sighed again more loudly this time and rubbed my tired eyes. I don't ever before remembering being this numbingly bored before. Well I could. But that was before him. Before he came gallivanting into my life.

I began hunting for my phone, walking right past his room, ignoring it as I usually did.

Where was that phone?

"Aha!" i shouted loudly as i saw it camped underneath a pile of books under my bed.

I couldn't really remember the last time I'd seen it. I skipped the few messages sent by Harry. And looked for Lestrade's number.

Finally want to take you up on that offer.

Meet me at the Union for few drinks?

JW

I scratched my head nervously. I hadn't 'gone out, out 'in so long. I was contemplating texting Geoff to never mind but I heard a 'DA-ding' and looked down.

Great!

I get off in about an hour.

See you at ten.

GL

I smiled and pulled my hair a little. Okay, ShowTime.


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