From Seb's POV, set the day after Reichenbach but no real spoilers. But really, why are you browsing fanfiction if you haven't seen the second series yet .
Anyway. This was up on my tumblr [.com] and I seemed to get a good thing from it. So... I put it up here.

Yes, I'm still continuing with my Third Star Sherlock series, I thought it was dead til I got about three reviews from it. That means I have to watch it AGAIN. WHERE ARE THE TISSUES.

I also have another series working on the side, a Paranormal Activity Sherlock series. I'm about three chapters through. And I think I'll post it once I finish it.

AND ONE MORE THING. I'm taking prompts/requests for movie inspired Sherlock series. Like, Third Star, Paranormal Activity. They'll all be the rough storyline of the movie with the Sherlock characters and I'll fit it into the time lines and characters and everything. Send me a message on tumblr or just on here if you have a request C:

I sat at the small table, drinking coffee and listening to music. Coldplay right now. I barely remember coming back to the house let alone grabbing his mp3 player. But it made me feel better knowing that I could still have a part of him sitting in my pocket. No, it hadn t actually set in yet, I think I was still in shock. I must have been. Three hours since Sherlock took the swan dive and three hours since Jim shot himself. I still thought that he wasn t dead, but, there was too much blood. And it was actual blood also. I wasn t so sure after that.

"Oh, Jim. What have you gotten yourself into this time?" I muttered to the air, casting my eyes around the room, looking for nothing in particular.

I saw the little necklace, still in the box, that he had given me for Christmas. It was a simple cross. I don t even know why he got it for me, I m not religious and I m not really into that stuff. But he gave it to me anyway. I smiled and accepted it. Unconsciously, I pulled the ear phones from my ears and stood up, crossing the space to that little box in a few steps. I open it and pull it out, watching a little piece of paper flutter down to the ground from the packaging. I place it carefully on the table top before bending down and grabbing it.

Silly, Sebby. I knew you wouldn t open this. Not until you thought it was of sentimental value. I don t care what you think. At six pm. The same day, someone will meet you at the house. It s all been pre-arranged. I love you. -JM xx

Suddenly, and without warning, my chest seemed to collapse in on itself, stopping me from breathing until I finally forced out a pained whimper. My vision clouded and my eyes stung, I scrunched up the paper and shoved it into my back pocket, saving it for later.

-oOo-

I was lying on the couch, checking my watch every five minutes. I could barely stay composed enough to even function properly.

5:58

I grabbed the cushion, pushing myself up on it with both hands before sitting up straight.

5:59

Doubt started to creep in, what if they don t turn up? What if Jim really is dead? I accidentally set myself off again and couldn't control it.

6:00

On the dot, the door was thrown open and a figure stepped through.

"Seb!"

Oh God, that voice. "J-Jim?" I looked at him through my tears and saw him run toward me.

"Are you alright?" his voice was so caring, so soft and so comforting.

I find myself shaking my head and gripping his wrists in my fingers, squeezing to make sure he was actually there. "It can't be you."

He frowned at me, genuine concern on his features, "It's me, Seb. I told you, six o clock."

But I couldn t believe it, and before I knew it, I was curled up in his lap and he was trying to stop me sobbing into his suit, his suit covered in dust and dirt. I vaguely wondered why, but I fell asleep before I had a chance to ask.

And it's a shorty! :P Hope you enjoyed!