Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock as they belong to Steven Moffatt, Mark Gattiss and the BBC.
A.N: Hiya, this is my first Sherlock fanfiction, please review and I hope you enjoy it E.m
Falling, Falling, Thud. It was all Sherlock heard as he hit the lorry where he was going to be taken away in, it of course driven by Molly, he could see 'his' bloody corpse lying motionless on the ground, of course it wasn't him He and Molly had made it to fool Moriarty's gun men that he, the great Sherlock Holmes, had fallen and smashed his head on the ground, just to save his friends.
He saw John fall to his knees at the corpse's head, he was crying, shouting "no, you can't do this, oh Jesus why Sherlock." The same john who had stayed by him through all of this, John…. His best friend was lying there helpless. Much to Sherlock's expectations the body was carried onto a stretcher and carried away. At that moment the truck started and drove off. As they went round the corner he felt an urge to stand up, Jump off the lorry and run back to John.' No! You can't go back, if Moriarty's snipers were still there john's head would get blown to pieces' he thought. After moments of silence he noticed tears pouring down his face, he didn't care, it was for John, and he loved that man, although he had probably sent John into depression. John would be killed if he 'lived' Moriarty would make sure of that, despite him being dead also. Sherlock watched as the streets flew past, after the passed by St Paul's Molly pulled over into an abandoned street. He clambered out and went to the cab, Molly just sat there her face was red, her eyes all red and puffy, she had clearly been crying. " Sherlock are you okay?" was all she could say before Sherlock burst into a series of tears, moans and screams for her to take him back to John or at least 221B. Molly simply refused after 10 minutes of Sherlock's sobbing and yelling she grabbed his arm and slammed a needle into his shoulder "Molly," whispered Sherlock "Why?" He sobbed until the sedative took hold of his body.
"I'm sorry Sherlock." She whispered back as Sherlock slowly sank to the floor, unconscious. "I'm so sorry." Molly's voice quivered, she swallowed and drove off.