Wholock Crossover: Reichenbach Edition

Disclaimer: All characters mentioned belong to Steven Moffat/Mark Gatiss, and Russell T. Davies. No copyright infringement intended. This is a short drabble about my version of Reichenbach. Probably will do more…but I don't know. I'll see if people like it first. Warning: Slash and Crying. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I think that this should happen, if not like this. (This is for all the people out there who say Benedict would be a good Doctor/Master.)

Enjoy!

Blue TARDIS Everdeen

"Goodbye, John. My time has come." Sherlock said, turning the watch over in his hand. "I'll try not to forget you. I want you to know that I have never felt this way about someone before, and I'm glad it's with you." He gently touched the spot on John's cheek where he had been cut. "You really need to have a doctor look at this."

John laughed. "Stop making me laugh, this is supposed to be goodbye." He looked up into Sherlock's eyes. Those beautiful green eyes. I'll never see them again. Then, as if Sherlock had somehow read his mind, Sherlock took John's face in his hands and said: "John, I love you." Then he kissed him gently on the lips. They stayed like that for a while, until John pulled away with a tear in his eye.

"I never thought," John said, wiping away a stray tear, "that I'd get so bloody emotional over someone as stubborn as you."

Sherlock smile one of his genuine smiles, the kind that made John's heart melt. He stepped to the edge of the building, ready with the FOB watch in hand. "Goodbye, John. I love you."

"I love you too, you big stubborn arse."

Sherlock opened the watch; the gold dust mingling with his jet-black hair.

That's so beautiful, John thought as he watched his flat mate. He really looks at peace. I can't believe I am letting him go. Then, he saw Sherlock drop off of the edge.

"Goodbye, Sherlock. I'll never forget you." No sooner were the words out of his mouth did the tears start to fall; big, crocodile tears that flooded his face. As he fell to his knees, he heard the familiar sound of the TARDIS materializing.

"He's gone, Doctor. Sherlock's gone." He said, sniffing. "Forever."

"Come here," the Doctor said, opening his arms. "I think you need a Doctor."

They stayed that way for a while, not moving, just letting it all sink in. All that could be heard was the sound of John's heart breaking. Slowly breaking into a million tiny pieces.