John had watched Sherlock jump. And he couldn't stand it. The picture of his bloody face was forever printed in his mind. He couldn't stand it any longer. He had held on as long as he could. He simply needed Sherlock.

"I can't do it. I can't do it without you. You were the one that kept me going. I had something to live for. And now that you're gone."

John lifted the gun to his temple. Tears streamed down his face. He didn't bother to leave a note. There was no one who would care much.

"I'm coming Sherlock. I'm coming." John pulled the trigger. A loud bang. A slight pinch.

He thought it would hurt more. But it didn't. John was now looking down at his body. His limp, cold, just recent lifeless body. How strange it was. John looked around. What was to happen now?

No sooner had he thought that did the entire room slowly disappear. John was soon enveloped in a bright light. He covered his eyes and squinted. A tall figure was approaching him. John lowered his arm and stared at the man moving ever closer. As he neared, John could only assume it to be an angel. He was all dressed in white, and had a radiant glow about him. The angel smiled.

"John. You have died. Are you aware of this?" The Angel asked.

"Yes. Yeah, I know. I did it." The angel looked at John with extreme concern.

"Why?"

"I have a friend. He died as well. And I just… I couldn't live without him."

"Who? I know everyone who passes."

"Um. Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes." The angel looked at John with a puzzled look.

"He hasn't died." The angel said. John shook his head. He had to be wrong.

"No. No. There must be a mistake. I watched him fall five stories. He's dead!" The angel shook his head.

"He never died John." The angel waved his hand, and an image showed in front of them. It showed Sherlock. He was sitting on a sofa in his usual praying position. "This is now. He is alive and still on the earth."

"No. No. He can't be. I killed myself to be with him! I paid the ultimate price to be with him again!" John was now on the verge of extreme sadness and anger. "Please. Please let me go back!"

"I can't John. Your body's now in the state where it can no longer hold a soul."

"Then please let me go back and watch over him." Tears pushed their way out of John's eyes. He was now begging.

"If you had died of natural causes, or an accident, yes. But John. You committed the ultimate crime in gods eyes." The angel looked at him. "You can't stay. It's time for you to go." John looked at him through blurry vision.

"Go where?"

"People who have done serious sins have a place."

John knew then, where he was going.

"Please don't send me to hell. Please. I need Sherlock." The angel turned and walked away. "Please!" John had done all this to be with Sherlock. And now he had to live through all eternity knowing he had made the mistake of never seeing Sherlock ever again.