Hi! So, this is my first story, and I hope it isn't too dumb. This is a one-shot which I thought of when I was re-watching Sherlock. 'Coz John is way to awesome to be fooled by that trick. Hope you like it.

John is angry. Actually, that isn't a strong enough word. John is enraged, infuriated, irate...pissed. And he knows why, too. The relief that Mrs Hudson is safe, unharmed, at least for now, is slowly slipping away to make room for annoyance. Annoyance at his stupid, stupid roommate, who insists on doing things his way, who refuses to let anyone help him, who pretends he cares about nothing when it is so painfully, endearingly obvious that he cares so, so much. He looks at his landlady one last time, checking for any signs of damage, and then turns and runs back out. "Taxi!" he sees someone else also attempt to enter and shouts the first thing that comes into his head. "No no no, Police!" He grabs the door and then amends his statement. "Well, sort of." Because he is Sherlock's partner, and Sherlock protects London. And he protects Sherlock. He only hopes he isn't too late.

He reaches the hospital quickly, probably helped by the fact that he agrees to give the cabbie a bit extra. Quickly getting out, he hears the ring of his phone. Sherlock. "Hello?" You idiot, I'm worried.

"John." And something is wrong; he can hear it in Sherlock's voice. He sounds resigned, and this is Sherlock, he's never resigned, he's always defiant and brave and so, so clever.

"Hey, Sherlock, you okay?"

"Turn around and walk back the way you came now." And Sherlock's voice is starting to scare him, he is starting to get worried, because it sounds terrified and desperate, and Sherlock should never sound like that.

"No, I'm coming in." Because he has to find Sherlock before he does something stupid, like he always does.

"Just do as I ask. Please." So he does, because he always does, and Sherlock said please, so it must be important. Sherlock asks him to stop and look up, to the roof, and shit, Sherlock is up there, and this had better be some kind of joke. And Sherlock begins to speak, voice cracking and breaking, falling apart because he is trying to convince his best friend that everything he ever said, everything he ever did, everything that first brought them together, all of that is true.

And John gets why most people would think that Sherlock is a fraud, most people don't like him much to begin with. As Sherlock said, it was a lie that was more preferable than the truth, because the truth meant that Sherlock was a great man, an extraordinary man. But the thing is, John has always believed that, and it hurts slightly to think that Sherlock would even think, for even a moment, that he would believe some stupid lie, a web spun by the man who tried to blow him up.

So he tries convincing Sherlock that he believes in him, that he will always believe in him. "Okay, shut up, Sherlock, shut up. The first time we met ... the first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?"

"Nobody could be that clever."

And really? Was now really the time for Sherlock to start doubting himself? "You could." He hears Sherlock laugh, and feels a brief glow of happiness, because he is the one who gets to hear that laugh, Sherlock's happy laugh. Then he hears Sherlock become serious again. "I researched you. Before we met I discovered everything that I could to impress you. It's a trick. Just a magic trick."

He can hear the sadness in his voice, and this is starting to get irritating, because both of them can be stubborn, and right now, Sherlock refuses to admit that John will never believe that he was a fraud, because John knows Sherlock. "No. All right, stop it now." He starts to walk towards the hospital entrance, but the sudden terror in Sherlock's voice stops him, begging him to stay exactly where he is, to keep his eyes on Sherlock. And there is a small voice in the back of his head screaming that Sherlock is up to something. He may not be the deducting genius Sherlock is, but he knows Sherlock, knows when he is going to do something idiotic and dangerous.

But Sherlock is his friend, and he trusts him, and it is better to watch him anyway, so he stays there, stomach rising to his throat as he slowly figures out Sherlock's plan. "This phone call – it's, er ... it's my note. It's what people do, don't they – leave a note?"

"Leave a note when?"

"Goodbye, John." And wow, this has to be the most absurd idea Sherlock has ever had. Does he really think that John would believe Sherlock to be even vaguely suicidal? The only reason he would ever jump of a building would be if … oh. If someone had threatened the people he cared about. Or as an experiment, you can never tell with Sherlock. But still, he had probably met Moriarty.

"No, don't" He wants to stop him, wants to tell him to wait and tell John why he's doing this. But it is too late.

"No. SHERLOCK!" And he watches in shock as his best friend falls from the roof, limbs splayed, face set. He stands in anguish for a minute, before he uses everything he learnt in the war to take the pain and push it away, and then he is running, running towards his friend, his roommate, his patient. A cyclist knocks him down, but it is only for a minute, and then he is pushing through the crowd of people towards his friend's broken body. "No, he's my friend. He's my friend. Please." The crowd parts for an instant, allowing him to see the body, and… oh god.

For a minute he feels guilty, because there is a body lying there, and he should he concerned, but all he can feel is relief and joy, so strong

For a minute he feels guilty, because there is a body lying there, and he should he concerned, but all he can feel is relief and joy, so strong it makes him feel faint. Because he is a doctor, and regardless of what Sherlock apparently believes, he can tell the difference between his friend's body and someone else's. And even if he couldn't, it is rather obvious to him with just a glace that the body in front of him did not just fall from the top of the hospital. "Jesus, no." Relief. Sherlock is probably alive.

But just in case, he checks for the pulse, and feels sort of gratified that there isn't one, because the corpse is cold, and for such a recent death, it should still have been warm.

"God, no." Annoyance. He feels sort of insulted that Sherlock thinks so little of his skills as a doctor. Then the adrenaline rushing through is body subsides, and he sags to the ground, watching wearily as a body looking remarkably like his friend is taken away.

Of course, the world thinks Sherlock committed suicide, so he plays the role of distraught roommate and tries not to think about how similar this role is to that of 'soldier's wife'. Because, no. Just no. He is very convincing too, although his therapist is probably under the impression that he was in love with Sherlock. Still, she wasn't the first, and she probably won't be the last. And he waits for Sherlock to contact him, to tell him what his latest plan is. Because if Sherlock planned this elaborate suicide, then he has a plan. He just hopes that he gets to help. In some way other than playing his current role.

John isn't surprised when very few people come to Sherlock's funeral. After all, most people are convinced he is a fraud, while others hate him. And then there are people like his family, who don't attend. John thinks that Sherlock probably didn't want to cause them emotional pain, and Mycroft probably told them the plan anyway. Lestrade comes, which surprises him, and Donovan and Anderson, which doesn't. They probably came to gloat. He isn't surprised that Molly is there, but he is surprised that she leaves rather quickly, and doesn't get very emotional. He figures that she's probably too busy to come. Eventually, it's just him and Mrs Hudson, and then eventually just him. He stands there for a while, because to the world, he is still in mourning, and this is what he would do if Sherlock was actually dead. Then he suddenly realises something. Sherlock, moronically brilliant as he is, would not miss an opportunity to see his own funeral. So he speaks loudly to him, knowing that he is there, but addressing it to the tombstone, because Sherlock knows him, and they've worked together, saved each other enough for him to read between the lines

" You ... you told me once that you weren't a hero. Umm ... there were times I didn't even think you were human, but let me tell you this: you were the best man, and the most human ... human being that I've ever known and no-one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, and so ... There."

I know you're probably trying to help me, idiot, but you're really not. You're my best friend, and I miss you. I believe in Sherlock Holmes, and don't you forget it.

"I was so alone, and I owe you so much.

Let me help you, we both know I could handle anything that happens.

"No, please, there's just one more thing, mate, one more thing: one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don't ... be... dead. Would you do...? Just for me, just stop it".

I know you're not dead, please, come back. Stop pretending, to me at least.

But there is no response, so he sighs, salutes the grave, and the unknown man buried inside, and walks away, and he knows he looks pathetic, but he does feel rather sad right now, because Sherlock apparently doesn't want him to know that he is alive. But he will always trust Sherlock, whether he wants to or not, and he trusts now that Sherlock has a plan, andone day, Sherlock Holmes will return.

Soo... That was it. If I get time, I may continue this and show what happens when Sherlock gets back...

Anyway, How was it? I would love to know! Review, please.