Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or related characters.
A/N: I'm just writing this to test out my OC. Also, it's been awhile since I've seen Sherlock (particularly the season 2 finale) so please forgive me if I make any mistakes.
A chilly breeze blew through the cemetery, making Juliet shiver as she made her way to the fresh grave. The name "Sherlock Holmes" was engraved on the polished stone, marking the final resting place of the consulting detective. Who was not fake no matter what the media said. He had never been fake. Juliet didn't know why he had jumped from the top of St. Bart's, but it left her feeling cold and even angrier at the media. The eighteen year old brushed a lock of honey-blond hair out of her brown eyes as she knelt down.
"I know. I'm being sentimental. I don't care." The teen's voice was bitter, as it always seemed to be - even before Sherlock had jumped. She pulled her black jacket closer to her, as if it would shield her from the chill coming from within. Her dark eyes wandered across the empty cemetery before once again coming to rest on the polished stone bearing the consulting detective's name. "Being perfectly honest, I don't even know why I came. Spirits are works of fiction and dead bodies are just that, a lifeless body."
She could practically hear his soft baritone rattling off observations and deductions, before reaching the final conclusion. On one hand it had always annoyed her, one could never keep secrets when Sherlock Holmes (or his older brother the British Government) were around, but on the other it was fascinating. Not to mention she liked the challenge of trying to hide from his deductions. In a roundabout way, Sherlock had taught her alot about acting and creating fool-proof lies.
"I guess the reason I came is because this is the one place those bloody idiots won't dare spout their lies." Juliet muttered. "Lies, Sherlock. I know it, John knows it, Mrs. Hudson knows it, the British Government damn well knows it, hell even Lestrade knows it. Those reports are lies. Lies created by that... that... that..." She trailed off unable to find a word that accurately described her attitude towards Moriarty. She closed her eyes before opening them again and looking at the carved name. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, we know you're not fake. We believe in you." Tears, previously shoved away for the past few days, came to her eyes. "I believe in you. I believe you were smarter than to play into whatever trap Moriarty set." She leaned forward as a warm tear slid down her cold cheek. "I believe in you, Sherlock Holmes."
A/N: Just to be clear, because this story didn't really delve into Juliet's backstory or any of that, Juliet is a young adult who was - at one point in time - the adopted daughter of Harriet Watson and Harriet's significant other. Things didn't work out and Juliet was sent back to the orphanage, she still kept in touch with John for awhile before he was sent to war. When they next meet Juliet is a petty criminal who - not know it was him - tried to pick-pocket John. She got caught and things happened and she met Sherlock and the others... so on and so forth. Then Sherlock died and this story happens. Also, no parings with her. I know someone out there is going to think she loved Sherlock or something like that. She didn't... at least not romantically.