Here, have this god-awful fic I wrote a year ago while I write chapter 2 for Hidden in plain sight. (No, really, this is embarrassing to post). Anyways, "enjoy", x.

"I guess this is what people do, leave a note?", said Sherlock.

I felt my insides twisting and knotting themselves together, leaving no more room for air.

"No. No. No no no no no PLEASE! Please Sherlock, I need you." I could feel the tears coming; I had never felt this way for anyone. He wasn't just my friend, he was.. Amazing. He was Sherlock.

"If I dont, I will hate myself. Forever. If I don't, you and Mrs Hudson, Lestrade, and even Anderson, that idiot, you'll all die. I could never live with that. One death for the benefit of a thousand, right John?", his voice shook, I could feel his self-control breaking slowly. I looked up and saw him, looking right at me, with a look that said this was final. There was no way I could change his mind. His stubbornness was still with him, even in his last moments. Maybe it was just me, but there seemed to be more in that look than sadness. Self-hate, confusion, even… maybe… no. It couldn't be. He couldn't…

"Sherlock, why?", I asked, ready to run towards the building and catch him should he ever jump. But I couldn't move. I was part of the pavement, never to move again. This wasn't happening. I was having a nightmare.

"Moriarty. He doesn't exist. He was my creation. Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I always had to... impress you. I knew you were different."

"I KNOW Moriarty wasnt your creation. No one could hire someone to be so cruel."

"Didn't you notice how he never hurt you?"

My hands starting sweating on the phone. I guess this was the time…

"When I first saw you at the lab, in the hospital, Sherlock, I thought you were an annoying prat. Knowing about Afghanistan, my sister and my phone's history, and even her addiction. But, I really am glad I got to know you. Everyone kept on thinking we were together, and I really hoped we would. But when Irene came along, I tried to hide it all. I felt like I didnt mean much to you. I—"

"John. You mean everything to me. It physically pains me that I have to do this. I would give the world for you. This is how I prove it."

"But you dont have to prove it that way! Get down from the roof and come over here instead! If you jump… I don't know what I'll do. I don't know what I'm capable of doing." My emotions were a jumble. This couldn't happen. This couldn't happen. This couldn't happen…

"I have to. I'm sorry. Tell Mrs Hudson and Mycroft that I'm sorry."

"But.. But you always have a plan! Dont give up! For Mrs Hudson! Mycroft! Me…"

"You will never die because of me. Never while I'm alive."

The next seconds were a blur. I saw him turn off his phone, toss it aside, raise his arms and walk off the side of the building. Thats the only thing I remember.

Months later, I'm here. In the hospital. They said he wouldn't wake up. They were wrong. Today he woke up, but the most heart-breaking thing that happened, you ask?

I had come as soon as the nurses told me he was awake. As soon as I walked into the room, ironically 221, he hurled questions at me that made me freeze.

"Who are you? Why are you here? Where am I? Do I know you? What day is it?"

He asked each question in a hurry, like he thought that if he didn't ask them right away, he'd forget.

I could feel the tears that rolled down my cheeks, but I still walked to his bed, leaned in, and whispered the words I knew he would always remember, in whatever situation would happen. He had to remember.

"I am Sherlocked."

His almond-shaped green eyes widened as he looked at me, registering the three words.

"John?"

I leaned in gently, trying not to tangle his IV tubes, the only thing that had been letting him cling to life for the past six months, and kissed him, finally, after all this time. His eyes widened in shock.

"Ive been waiting to do that for so long, Sherlock."