"Sherlock!" John cried out again, sitting bolt straight in his bed after yet another nightmare of that day. The day he lost his best friend. It had been 3 years too the day since it all fell apart. It was time, john decided that today was the day he would see Sherlock again.
Just a usual he proceeded with his day; breakfast, work, lunch, work, dinner, sleep. except today John wasn't just going too sleep. John wandered through the grave yard like he had done the past 3 years too sit at Sherlock's grave for the night and talk to him. "You know, i fell in love with you. I think anyone would have if they had just given you a chance. you git." He chuckled half hearted as he looked down at the freshly polished headstone. "I think..." John paused digging out of his pocket the old knife that usually held the mail too the mantle piece back at 221b. "I think... I will come and see you now." John muttered the last bit checking to make sure there was nobody around. Laying down on top of the grass just above where he believed Sherlock was laying, closing his eyes john pressed the knife against his neck knowing the perfect place too cut down. "Good too finally see you again old friend." John whispered using his last breath. a small smile playing on his lips as he fell asleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"MYCROFT!" Sherlock screamed as he watched his best friend on the monitor. He just couldn't believe it, he had thought that john was just going too sleep at his grave again like he did every year but no john had done what he believed Sherlock had done all those years ago on top of st Bart's. "what Sherlock." Mycroft grumbled walking into the room but stopping when he finally saw the image of john just lying there in a pool of blood next too Sherlock's grave. "Sherlock what did he do." Mycroft asked softly trying too determine how Sherlock was feeling."He cut his main artery. There is no way too revive him." Sherlock's voice cracked finally breaking down as tears ran down his cheeks.
Mycroft has the decency at this point too exit the room and arrange for someone to go find john and make preparations for his family and friends too be told of the news.
They laid john too rest beside Sherlock's own grave which had been freshly dug up too lay too rest the great detective and his blogger side by side because Sherlock had taken his own life shortly after john as he couldn't stand to be apart from his blogger. much too the dismay of Mycroft Holmes.
RIP Dr RIP Consulting detectives, together at long last.