My first time writing Sherlock Fanfiction. This is Johnlock so if you don't like don't read. Any feedback on how to write the character of Sherlock and/or John better will be greatly appreciated! Thanks for Reading! :)


They walked from the cab to the station in comfortable silence, both savouring the last moments of eachothers company. They reached the required platform just as the first warning bell of sounded, signalling the trains departure in 5 minutes.

"Must you go, Sherlock?" John mused aloud. Sherlock didn't bother to reply and instead deduced the teenage girl, sitting on the bench in front of them, who was waiting to run away with her boyfriend who would obviously never come and was cheating on her with her best friend.
They both knew the answer to that question. Moriarty was growing stronger and it was no longer safe for Sherlock to stay in London. To live he would have to leave to another country but would continue to be a long-distance consultant detective to Scotland Yard.
Sherlock continued deducing every person on the platform. The second warning bell sounded just as he deduced that the elderly woman stepping onto the train had just killed her husband for the insurance money but someone witnessed it and she was now on the run.

"Life will be oh so boring without you and Scotland Yard's idiocy." Sherlock said calmly.
John embraced Sherlock warmly and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"Oh Sherlock, you insufferable git. How will I ever survive without you."
"I'll miss you too John." Sherlock replied with a sad smile. "You were less common than most."
John wiped the tears from his eyes as the last warning bell of the train sounded.
"Well, you'd best be going now." John said forcibly.
Sherlock clapped the doctor on the shoulder. "Goodbye, my dear Watson."
"Goodbye Sherlock."

Sherlock picked up his suitcase and hopped onto the departing train.
The train hooted and with a large gust of steam, began to move away from the platform.
"Sherlock!" John began running with the train. Sherlock turned back to watch him.
"I hope you find love one day Sherlock. For it is better to have loved and lost, than to not have loved at all." John shouted over the noise of the train.
Sherlock smirked.
"And how, John, would you know that? Who have you ever loved?" Sherlock yelled back at John, who was struggling to keep up with the train.

The train gained speed, and left the edge of the platform, leaving John behind in the smoke. But Sherlock waited long enough, leaning out the carriage door, to see the smoke clear and John mouth the words 'You, Sherlock. Always you.'