Chapter 1
"I'm a fake"
"Sherlock ..."
"The news papers were right all along. I want you to tell Lestrade, I want you to tell Mrs. Hudson and Molly, in fact tell anyone who will listen to you... that I created Moriarty for my own purposes."
"Ok, shut up Sherlock. Shut up. The first time we met - the first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?"
"No one could be that clever"
"You could"
"I researched you. When we met, I discovered everything I could to impress you. It's a trick. Just a magic trick"
"No. Alright stop it now that's enough Sherlock... I'm coming up"
"No! Stay exactly where you are. Don't move"
"Alright..."
"Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please will you do this for me?"
"Do what?"
"This phone call...it's my note. That's what people do, don't they? Leave a note"
"Leave a note when?"
"Goodbye John"
"No...Don't"
"SHERLOCK!"
At that moment John woke up, he had been having the same nightmare every night since the incident. He still couldn't get over the fact he lost his best friend in such a small space of time. It had been two years and he was still having the same dream. He was standing, looking up at Sherlock when he jumped off a roof and hit the ground, by the time John got to him it was too late he was covered in blood and he was just lying there, then he was taken away to hospital. John went and visited Sherlock's grave every Saturday and he would stand there and beg for him not to be dead and for it all to be a crazy dream that he would wake up from, and that Sherlock would be stood in the living room playing his violin.
John still lived in the same flat that he and Sherlock had shared and every so often he would stand at the window just as Sherlock used to and just look out and think to himself and just wonder why Sherlock had jumped. After that day John had felt so alone, it used to be John and Sherlock but now it was just John just him against the rest of the world.
Mrs Hudson came up the stairs and opened the door "John..." she said as she looked round for him then spotting him standing in front of the window. "Hello Mrs Hudson" John said as he heard her come in but he didn't turn round he just stood there and looked out the window like he was waiting for something to happen. "I was wondering if you would like to come out to the cafe for some lunch John?" asked Mrs Hudson trying to cheer him up. "Two years today Mrs Hudson, it's been two years on this very day" said John trying not to cry. Mrs Hudson walked over to John and put her arm round him, John broke into tears as she hugged him "two years, it's been two years since we lost Sherlock" he said sobbing into Mrs Hudson's Shoulders. "Would you like to go and visit him?" she said looking at John, he just nodded and then went to get his coat.
Before they left John made up a pot of tea and poured a cup for him and a cup for Mrs Hudson, they sat down at the table and drank there tea is silence. "John before we go to visit Sherlock can I take you out for a bit of lunch?" said Mrs Hudson with a sweet smile looking at John "Sure we can" he said looking at her with teary eyes.
John and Mrs Hudson walked to the cafe around the corner for a bit of lunch. Mrs Hudson sat looking at John who hardily touched his food. Instead he sat there looking at the plate and muttering to himself. Mrs Hudson kindly paid for the lunch as they walked back onto the main road and they flagged down a taxi.