once upon a time there lived a John Watson. John was sad. John was sad because Sherlock, his boyfriend had died. Everyone thought they were just friends except for the entire population of tumblr. John was standing in the flat he and Sherlock had shared, staring wistfully out the window. He was going to move out because it reminded him too much of his one true love. It was raining outside and he thought it fit his mood perfectly. Mrs. Hudson was in the kitchen, making tea. She walked out into the living room and handed John the tea, saying, "Here's your tea, dear, but don't forget, I'm not your housekeeper." John nodded absently, his mind had been very distracted since Sherlock had died falling off that building. What had he been thinking, why had he jumped? They were going to get married in the spring with all the pretty flowers. John sipped his tea sadly, still staring out the window lost in thought, his eyes glistening with the ghost of his past. He saw a figure walking purposefully towards Mrs. Hudson's building. The figure seemed familiar, but John couldn't say why. Then he saw the blue scarf and dropped his tea! "Ow," said John, the hot water had burned his feet. "Are you ok?" Asked Mrs. Hudson. "I think so," said John. "I think I'm brilliant." Was it really him, his boyfriend, his Sherlock Holmes. John ran out the door, leaving Mrs. Hudson in the living room. "What could he be up to now?" She wondered aloud. John ran down the stairs and was almost to the door when it opened.
Ending 1:Sherlock greeted him with a kiss. They were together again.
Ending 2: It wasn't Sherlock, it was the post man. John was so distraught that he shot himself with the gun that was so conveniently on the table by the door. Season 3 was canceled.
Ending 3: Lestrade greeted John, but he brushed past him and through the doorway. "Sherlock?" John whispered. The figure had walked past the flat but glanced back over his shoulder. It was, without any doubts, Sherlock. John followed quickly, wondering where they were going. Finally, he caught up with his "friend." John had a million questions, but he only asked the one that was foremost in his mind. "What happened?" Sherlock smiled mysteriously. "You know what happened," he said. John slowed to a stop, Sherlock looking behind to see what was up. "No, I don't know." "Come on," Sherlock said, not truly having answered John's question. "We're going somewhere important." [Begin season 3!]