Hello everyone! It's great to finally start a new story. With "Everlasting" behind me, I can now explore more canonical elements of the BBC Sherlock series. I heard there will be an episode called the Reichenbach Fall. This is how it will play out, according to me.
-Myelle
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"Go, John. It's only fair to the woman." Sherlock said, reading over the letter John had received from a little Swiss boy.
"Since when do you care about fairness? I don't intend to leave you here. Not after the fire and the 'accidental' landslide."
John wouldn't leave Sherlock. It wasn't even that he wouldn't, but rather that he couldn't. When they were on the plane to Switzerland, under fake names and passports, courtesy of Mycroft, Sherlock had told John of the fires at Baker Street the night before. When they finally arrived over the Swiss border, they went for a walk only to be nearly crushed in a sudden rockslide. Had Sherlock not pushed John out of the way, he wouldn't be alive now.
Sherlock had told John many times that he was becoming too dangerous, that John would have to return to England. Each time, John refused and stood his ground. He wasn't about to let his best, but really his only, friend be killed while he sat comfortably in London.
"John, you need to go. There is no danger here for me. If there was, I wouldn't have come here in the first place. I'll meet you in Rosenlaui later tonight."
John hesitated, but nodded slowly. After all, Sherlock knew how to take care of himself. Although not completely willing to go, John was almost confident that Sherlock would still be alive when he got back.
"Please just call me if you need me."
"My mobile doesn't-"
"Yes it does, Sherlock. I made Mycroft change your mobile so it would work from anywhere. I'm pretty sure it works in some parts of space. I don't know exactly what he did to it but it will work."
"When did you talk to Mycroft?"
"Before we left. I wanted to make sure you'd be safe and if we ever got separated, it's good to have our phones working to call each other. Promise me you'll call me if you need help."
"I promise."
"Please be careful. I'll see you tonight."
"Same, uh," Sherlock gaped at John, as he had done at the swimming pool almost a year ago. John knew he was touched that he had gone to such lengths as visiting Mycroft to take care of him. Sherlock wasn't easy with letting emotions show, "be careful too. If you happen to see anyone suspicious, let me know. Goodbye, John."
John felt that there was too much feeling in his goodbye. Sherlock was looking directly into his eyes, as if he was trying to make some kind of point. He smiled solemnly at John before he turned and walked away.
Before John was completely out of sight, he turned to look back at Sherlock.
His friend looked so peaceful, staring out into the open chasm below them. The sound of the falls echoed, making it only louder and more eerie to listen to. Yet it was soothing, like a lullaby. This lullaby, much to John's dismay would gently put Sherlock Holmes and Jim Moriarty into an eternal sleep.
John continued towards the hotel. The image of Sherlock was scared into his memory, and for good reason. It would be the last time John Watson set eyes upon Sherlock Holmes.
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I'm very excited to be finally starting a new story after spending six months on the last one. This one will be shorter, MUCH shorter. Please review! They seriously make my day :)
-Myelle xx