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The first time that John met Sally Donovan, she had warned him against his relationship with Sherlock.
" One day, solving the murder won't be enough for him. One day, we'll all be standing around a body, and Sherlock Holmes will be the one who put it there."
Falling, falling, falling
She'd warned him, told John he was a psychopath, informed him that Sherlock Holmes didn't have friends.
John had sometimes seen that part of Sherlock himself. The slightly intimidating, possibly not-quite-sane part of his best friend. When the detective had almost taken the pill, the enthusiasm he'd had on his face when they'd been in the abandoned sweets factory. When he'd snapped at John in Dartmoor, sneering at the implications of friendship, in the lab, claiming that alone was what protected him.
John knew all about that part of Sherlock.
Falling, falling, falling
Anderson too, had claimed Sherlock to be insane. A psychopath, when in fact, Sherlock had corrected, he was a sociopath, please stop inflicting your opinion upon the rest of the intelligent human race, Anderson. The pair had constantly had their battle of conflicting mindsets and personalities. It was the very essence of their relationship, after all.
John isn't sure if he could ever develop a working relationship with Anderson. Even as co-workers. In the month and a half its been, John still hasn't said a single word to the other man.
He's not sure if he will ever forgive Anderson for what he did.
Falling, falling, falling
At times, even Lestrade was distrusting of Sherlock. Never entirely convinced that the detective was completely clean, completely off the cocaine. Questioning of his methods ast times and sometimes skeptical of his deductions. Distrusting of Sherlock as a person at times, posing a fake drugs bust simply because Sherlock had evidence and thew DI wasn't entirely sure that he would hand it over.
Believing Anderson and Donovan when they presented their theory to him.
Falling, falling, falling
Even John, if he was completely honest with himself, had doubted Sherlock at times. In their final confrontation with Moriarty, he'd started to doubt the detective, Moriarty's deceptions had started to plan the seeds of uncertainly in his mind. He had doubted Sherlock in Dartmoor, doubted what his friend hd claimed to see, doubted his methods and motives there.
Doubted everything Sherlock was when the detective had told John that he was a fraud.
Falling, falling, falling
And in the end, the exact reasons nobody was quite sure of, Sherlock had ended it all.
Falling, falling, falling
He'd jumped, leaving everybody who knew him, even Anderson and Donovan at times, John had noticed, with questions. Regrets.
Falling, falling, falling
No more cases, no more arguments, no more violins or jokes or talking or good times together.
Gone.
Forever.
Sally Donovan had been right after all.
Sherlock Holmes had put the body they were standing around there.
She'd just never suspected it would be his own.
Fallen
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