She was dead. It had to happen. She didn't have time to tell Molly to enact their plan. She had to jump. It was the only way to save Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, and John. John. He would be devastated. She had to make sure that that didn't happen. She had to make John hate her. Despise her. Think that she had lied to him about everything. She fished her phone out of her pocket and called John.
"Sherlock. Sherlock. You must wake up Sherlock."
Sherlock didn't recognize the voice. It sounded like a youthful woman. But there was something else there that Sherlock couldn't quite place. Se slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Everything was wight. Oh heck. A hospital. Maybe she had survived the fall. Oh that wouldn't be good for her, or anyone. She wondered how he had survived.
"No Miss. Holmes. You are very regrettably dead. But don't worry. The Big Guy said to give you a second chance at life."
Sherlock looked at the woman. She was clothed in all white and golden curls of hair. She had brown eyes and a friendly smile. "The big guy?"
"You know. The Great I Am. Lord of All. Creator of, well everything?" Sherlock shook her head. "The guy you hear about in Sunday School?"
"Oh. Oh! Wait. I'm in heaven?
"No. Well not yet. Your in more of a limbo. Its actually kind of an honor. He is going to give you a second chance."
"Well um, then send me back so I can do what I was going to do if I hadn't, died." Being that she was alive, saying that tasted weird in her mouth.
"Well, actually there is a catch. He wants you yo do something for him. Continue using your gifts to catch criminals."
"Okay. Why?"
"Because. You gave your life for your friend, even when they might have given up on you, with no chance of survival. And He thinks that should be rewarded for such a sacrifice." The angel slowly turned Sherlock and placed both of her hands on her back. "Before the fall, you were a great woman, Now, you are a to be a good one." Sherlock suddenly felt as if something heavy was put on her back. She looked over her shoulders and saw a pair of silver wings. As she bent them she saw the outside was as black as her coat had been.
"Holy,..." She stopped mid sentence as she was given a look from the angel. "He. Um, sorry. So, uh. Am I an angel now? Or what?
"Yes and no. You are still a mortal, but you have the ability now to look past someones exterior and see who they actually are. So that should help when seeing if someone is guilty. Plus you can fly."
In the situation Sherlock was in, she decided it was better not to point out how sappy that sounded. "Well I'm sure this will all be really helpful in the future. But wont the feathers be kind of a give away that I'm not completely human?"
"First of all, you are completely human. Secondly, when you aren't using your wings there is a sort of perception filter, where they fold up and look like a kind of coat. We took the liberty of making it look like the coat that you seem to prefer. If you like we can change it for you?"
"No. This will be great. Thank you." Sherlock folded her wings and saw her coat. She couldn't help but feel the "coat" that she had on. It felt exagtly like her coat. She was even able to turn up the collar. She felt like her old self. Even though it hadn't been more then a couple hours at the most.
"Oh and before I forget. You will receive some gifts from us of the supernatural kind. When we see the time is right, you will receive it. Now I believe it is time for you to return to, shall we call it, 'The Land of the Living.'"
Suddenly she felt so relaxed she felt slightly drowse, which was quit unusual. She looked up at the angel. She was sailing really creepily. Sherlock felt her legs give out as she slipped to the floor.
"Sleep well Sherlock and God speed."
