Chapter 1: It's Not The Fall That Kills You
Sherlock had no choice, Moriarty had sealed his fate by sealing his own, With Moriarty's death; Sherlock's friends would be shot if he didn't jump, He took a shuddered breath as he stepped onto the roof ledge and looked towards John, who tried to run across the road but the detective urged him not to come any closer before proceeding to confess to all of Moriarty's lies and with one final goodbye to his friend, Sherlock held his arms open, fell forward and allowed gravity to claim him.
John was in shock as he sat in the hospital waiting room and a doctor handed him a coffee,
"I'm so sorry for your loss" the doctor sympathised and John's blurry world came into to focus as he accepted the coffee,
"Where have they taken him?" John asked in a murmur and the doctor sighed,
"There was... There was nothing we could do. The impact killed him instantly. He's been taken to the morgue" the doctor informed him as gently as he could but John stood quickly, dropping his coffee as he did so,
"No, No. You can't!" John expressed and the doctor tried to calm him,
"No you don't understand! Molly Hooper, The pathologist. She's his friend" John yelled and the doctor looked horrified before running down the corridor quickly.
Molly was typing up a report when some ambulance officers brought the sheet covered trolley into her lab,
"Got another one for you, Hooper" one called making her stand and she grabbed a pair of gloves, putting them on approaching the trolley,
"Cause of death?" she asked and the officer frowned,
"The lad Jumped off the roof of the hospital" he explained and Molly frowned,
"Poor man" Molly murmured before pulling back the sheet slowly and she felt her heart stop as she saw the white, still figure lying beneath,
"Molly, Don't!" the doctor yelled as he ran into the room only to throw his hands to his head realising he was too late.
Molly felt a tear fall down her cheek and she raised a shaking hand placing it on Sherlock's still cheek,
"NO! Sherlock! Wake up! You wake up right now!" She yelled as more tears began to fall and went to hit him in an attempt to arrose him but the doctor grabbed her from behind,
"NO! LET ME GO! HE WOULDN'T DO THIS! HE WOULDN'T" she yelled pulling away and cupped both of Sherlock's chilled cheeks as tears fell down her own,
"You wouldn't do this" she murmured before closing her eyes tightly and rested her forehead against his own and sobbed,
"NOOOOOOO!" she screamed and John ran into the room and could only approach her slowly and pulled her away gently and held her, letting her sob into his shoulder as she weakly fell to her knees, John allowed himself to do the same.
Sherlock, who was very much alive and well watched as John walked away from his grave stone after pleading for him not to be dead and Sherlock had been about to leave when he saw Molly approach only a minuet later and placed a bouquet on the freshly filled in earth,
"I... I hope you don't mind, Sherlock. I know your not one for flowers" Sherlock heard Molly murmur sadly and saw a tear fall down her cheek,
"I... I've quit my job at St Bart's... I can't..." she tried,
"I can't go back there" he heard her say and watched as she knelt down before pressing the tips of her fingers to her lips before placing them against the marble baring his name and Sherlock watched as Molly left with an expression of tear filled reluctance left the cemetery as the rain began to fall.
Mrs Hudson opened the door to 221B with a sad sniffle and Molly took a deep breath,
"Thank you... Mrs Hudson" she murmured and the landlady nodded, giving the former pathologist a hug before going back down the stairs, crying as she went and Molly felt her lower lip trembled as her eyes closed and a tear fell,
"What brings you here, Miss Hooper?" a voice asked causing her to gasp and turn quickly to see Mycroft standing in the doorway,
"Oh... Mr Holmes. Forgive me... I just... I needed to see this place one last time. I won't be able to come here again after everything" she murmured and Mycroft nodded,
"I understand. I come here for the same reason as you" Mycroft explained and Molly took a deep breath trying not to cry,
"I... I'll leave you to your thoughts" Molly said, moving past him,
"Miss Hooper" Mycroft called after her causing her to turn and Mycroft looked at her before moving towards Sherlock's old chair and proceeded to pick up his violin case and he held it out to her,
"My brother's final will and testament requested that you have this" he murmured and Molly felt a tear fall down her cheek once more as she approached slowly and took the case in her hands,
"Thank you, Mr Holmes" she murmured and he gave her a polite nod and watched as she left, It was only a moment later when Mycroft's phone vibrated alerting him of a text,
'Did You give it to her?' an anonymous number had texted and Mycroft sighed before texting back,
'Yes'.
Oh dear :( Molly will not be happy when she discover's Sherlock isn't dead. Review if you want to see their reunion quicker!
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