So, this idea's been in my head for I don't even know how long, and I just had to get it out. This is more or less a prologue for the idea. This is my first ever BBC!Sherlock fic, so if there are any errors whatsoever, like in characterization or slang, please let me know so I can fix it.
Title: Reasons
Rating: T for mentions of suicide.
Pairings: Tragic!Johnlock
Word Count: 611
Summary: When a mysterious flash drive appears in John Watson's locker, the last thing he expects is hearing and seeing his dead classmate, Sherlock Holmes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Sherlock and other characters belong to BBC and ACD
Notes: Inspired by the book "Thirteen Reasons Why" by Jay Asher. If you don't know about the book, don't worry about it, you don't need to know any specific plot points. However, I highly suggest you read it, for it is excellent.
It was there.
It was just there.
John Watson looked at the tiny flash drive for what seemed the millionth time, holding the cautious aurora one would have when dealing with a foreign object. The device had only been in his life for two hours, after he had found it in his locker, and already it was causing the teen boy inner turmoil.
"Oh, sod it." He thought aloud as he placed the gadget into his laptop, waiting for the machine to recognize the flash drive. After what felt like forever, a screen appeared, giving John a list of what appeared to be videos, titled #1, #2, and so on. John clicked on the first video, enlarging the screen. After nanoseconds of darkness, the screen revealed a rather tall teenager with predominant cheekbones, dark curly hair, and ice blue eyes.
"Hello there. The name's Sherlock Holmes."
No…it can't be.
"Live for one night only."
Sherlock…as in Sherlock Holmes…the boy who…
"Now then, you vacant lot are probably wondering why a dead man's face is appearing on your screen. Well, the answer should be obvious to you, but it probably isn't, so let's move on."
John immediately paused the tape, letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Sherlock Holmes…Sherlock Holmes." The named rolled off John's tongue with a slight longing. Sherlock Holmes, the man who killed himself just two weeks ago. Sherlock Holmes, absolute genius. Sherlock Holmes, complete prick. Sherlock Holmes, the man John thought he had a chance with, once upon a time. Taking a long, deep breath, the blonde teen pressed the play button once more.
"This is the story of my life, or better yet, how it ended. Now if you're watching this video, you can assume, which you lot never do, that you're one of the reasons why. Of course I'm not telling you where your story appears in this lovely collection, that wouldn't be any fun." At this, the dark haired teen gave a slight smirk, chuckling at his dark humor. John's eyes went wide; Sherlock blamed him for his suicide?
"But fear not, if this flash drive appeared on your person, you will appear somewhere, trust me. There are only two simple rules, simple enough even for you idiots. First, you listen. Second, you pass it on. Are we clear? Have I given your tiny little minds enough time to process that? After you're finished, pass it on to whoever succeeds you. Now, you're probably telling yourselves that 'I don't have to sit here and listen to this bullocks'. Well, you're absolutely…right. This is probably the first and possibly last time this will happen to you, but you're absolutely right. I'm not forcing you to listen. However, say you choose to ignore these videos, remember this. I've made an extra copy of these videos. They're stored where only one person knows where to find them. They're watching you to see if you listen."
John couldn't help but to turn his head in a paranoid fashion, exhaling when he saw no one.
"You listen, all's well save for a bit of emotional scaring. You don't listen, then the second copy of the tapes…well, let's just say all hell's gonna break loose for some people. So, if I were you, I'd listen. This was a methodically planed decision. Do not, for one second, think otherwise."