Dead men don't talk
AN: An oneshot that has been haughting me, happy hallow's eve (or halloweon)!

When Sherlock died he left something of himself behind to John.
His voice.

At first John thought he was going mad when he could hear the violin playing in the living from of 221 B Baker street but when he walked in he would always find the violin untouched in it's resting place.

But that was only the beginning. He started to hear Sherlock pacing in the living room ranting about the idiocy of the masses whenever the press started closing in. John could hear the acerbic tones of him berating the woman dithering over items in front of him in the queue, informing her that neither of her chosen items would fit her correctly and that her choice in footwear was totally unsuitable for the jogging she was attempting to do to loose weight and instead it would probably be a good idea to just stop eating with her children and then also consuming a second portion with her husband every night...

He could hear him. But they were never accompanied with visual hallucinations. And for that John Watson was grateful.
But it hurts sometimes.

Because Sherlock is dead. He'll never run through the streets of London again.
And his voice is just a ghost of a person dead and buried in a cripple's head.

But sometimes he so thankful that he feels almost sick with it.

He's not alone.
He's not alone when he rails against the world, against it all.
He's not alone while simply struggles to get on in a world that's lost its definition, its edge.
He's not alone when he shouts and asks why? (Though he never gets an answer, and that is Sherlock all over).
He's not alone when he feels useless and empty, and on the worst days when he doesn't feel at all and the gun feels cold in his hand...
He's not alone.
But he's not the same.

When Sherlock left he left John his voice.
It wasn't hard. He had always preferred to text. Even Mycroft himself didn't notice for a while that his campaign was conducted in silence.
Oh, occasionally his role spoke, the part he played begged or bribed or bullied.
But Sherlock Holmes did not speak. After all dead men don't talk.
They don't tell tales either.
(Only his blogger could do that.)

Sherlock Holmes left John Watson his voice.
One night he came to collect.