A/N: This is my very first FanFic to ever write in the history of writing FanFics so I'm excited to put it on here! Hope you enjoy! And if you review, go a little easy on me, okay? But I promise you can be mean to me later.. XD R&R
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters! Wish I did... But no. They belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Moffat, and Gatiss.. I DONT OWN ANYTHING.
Did You Forget?
Did you forget who needs you?
All of the people you knew – Lestrade, Ms. Hudson, Molly, ME – we needed you. We still do. We still need you, Sherlock. I need you.
Did you forget who cares about you?
So wrapped up with Moriarty (I don't believe that you made him up) and you never took a moment to think about everyone who cares for you. Ms. Hudson cares for you. You know that don't you? I know that you know that Molly cares about you. Lestrade cares, even though you might not think so. And for God's sake you have to know that I care about you, right?
Did you forget who your friends are?
But wait, you don't actually have friends, do you? No, you don't. Just one. You told me yourself that I was your friend! Why would you do this to me?
Did you forget who loves you?
You know people care about you, so you have to know that we love you, right? Even Mycroft. That's why he always told me to watch you – because he loves you. I love you, Sherlock. It's not fair.
Did you forget how important you are?
The world's only consulting detective – a job that no longer exists. You're so important to the world… so important to me.
Did you forget that you're supposed to be dead?
I saw you on top of the roof that day. I talked to you on the phone before you jumped. You jumped! I watched you falling through the air! My heart stopped – I swear it did – when you hit the ground! And the blood! There was so much blood… and I took your pulse as they pulled me away from you – but I didn't want to leave you… I didn't want you to leave me.
But no, you couldn't have forgotten something like that. You can forget primary school stuff like the solar system, but you can't 'delete' something like your own death.
You can't forget that.
Of course you can't… you're Sherlock bloody Holmes!
You're the world's only consulting detective, the man with only one friend, the person that I need, the one that I care about, the person I love… the man I watched jump off of a roof.
But you're Sherlock Holmes, and that's why you're not dead. That's why you're standing right in front of me, without a single scratch on you.
That's why the one miracle that I truly wished for came true.
Because you're Sherlock Holmes.
And you didn't forget.
Hope you guys liked it! Again, reviews are welcome! Thanks for reading my story! XD