Free fall – A Sherlock fanfiction

Disclaimer – I do not own Sherlock, the BBC owns all. P.S. How dare they leave it like that!

Summary: Sherlock does some thinking as he falls.

Warning: Spoilers for S1Ep2 and S2Ep3.

Dedicated to: The lovely, kind, patient people who I'm betaing things for. I'm so sorry that things are taking a while, stuff has been kind of intense recently.

It's amazing how many things can flash through your brain in 25 seconds, even when you are the world's only consulting detective. Not that the world believes me anymore. The human brain is capable of some incredibly rational thoughts, throughout the greatest threat of imminent death you've ever experienced.

In the first 5 seconds of my fall, my encyclopaedic brain lists all the injuries I am about to receive, all the possible causes of my death. Shattered skull. Massive organ failure as they crush against the unforgiving pavement. Multiple broken bones. Perhaps blood loss. The doctors will do all they can to save me, I would imagine, but it won't be enough.

The next 2 seconds are spent cursing their tiny, stupid, NORMAL brains.

And then, for the last 18 seconds of my life, I think about John. Wonderful John. Stupid John. The compassionate John, who makes me tea when I'm thinking and forces me to eat at least once a day. John the doctor, who patches me up after another escapade into the mind and world of the criminal classes of this great metropolis.

I didn't really notice it at first, how much I need him. He was just another income, another milk-buyer, a walking, talking, tea-making skull. I started to suspect he was something else when he was fussing over Sarah after our little tryst with the triads. I mean, she only got a dart pointed at her. I was nearly strangled, twice. He should have been looking after me, not chatting up her. But even then, I couldn't see how much I needed him.

Until today that is. Today I needed him to be with me, even at a cost to his freedom. I was so proud of him when he got dragged out of the house for punching that idiotic chief superintendent. I couldn't stand the idea of John believing the rest of them, the idiots who were falling for Moriarty's lies like particularly slow children. I know John won't really tell the world I'm a fake. He's smarter than them.

Even though at first he was so utterly ordinary and unexceptional, he has something in him, some quality that no one else has. A quality so brilliant I can't even put a name to it. I wish I could have said in that phone call the words I wanted to say.

That I love him, that I need him, that he's so different from all these people with their tiny little brains. I'm still in free fall; I can feel the gravitational potential energy from my descent turning into kinetic energy, pulling me down faster and faster.

My arms and legs windmill wildly, basic evolutionary survival techniques taking over my brain. To the casual observer, if you can be a casual observer to a suicidal jump, it must look like I'm reaching out for something. Or some one. Now John's running, trying to do something to save me. It's too late. Goodbye John. I love you. I hit the ground.

A.N. Well here it is. I typed this as a stream of consciousness fic, so please excuse me if it's at all odd or OOC. R&R if you've got a minute. Salve! (Sorry, doing my Latin homework. Oh and the GPE and kinetic energy stuff? If that's wrong, please let me know. I'm doing my Science GCSE atm, and physics is kinda o_0)