Ad Quoro Casum Ericiim

by Once and Future Dragon

Everybody knows that everybody dies. And everyone knows of the Riechenbach Fall, the day that Britain's greatest detective was lost to the world. But what if the tragic hero, the martyr for justice, was not Sherlock Holmes? What if, it was he who had to grieve over the loss of his best friend? What if, Doctor Watson was the one to take the plunge?

1. Prolouge

A/N: This is my first fanfic. So if you could please review or give me pointers, I would owe you a viral cookie.

Disclaimer: In case there is any confusion, I don't own Sherlock. I'm pretty sure the term fanfiction is self-explanatory

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The rain pounded mercilessly on the roof of Mycroft's flat. The two brothers sat across from each other in complete silance other than the crackling of the fire. Finally Mycroft spoke up, "Sherlock- " he started but was cut off by a clap of thunder, "Its been nearly two months."

"He's not dead." Sherlock snapped at his older brother. He didn't know why he had come here in the first place. It wasn't like Mycroft knew anything.

"The officials say there is no way he could have survived. Your going to have to accept that." Mycroft said impatiently.

"Well than they are wrong!" Sherlock practically spat. He refused to believe that his only friend- he stopped his thoughts from going any further. No need to dwell on it.

"Sherlock," Mycroft said clearly annoyed. They had had this conversation many times over the past month and a half. "You need to accept it. There is no way he could have survived."

After a long silence, Sherlock finally answered.

"I know John's alive. I just haven't figured out how he managed it." He said quietly. Mycroft sighed.

"Do take care dear brother." Mycroft said as Sherlock stood up to leave.

Sherlock said nothing and was out the door with a swish of his coat.

Mycroft sighed again. He had hoped his brother would get better with time, but two months later,he still held out hope. Then again, he had never known his brother to simply jump (ooh, bad idiom) to conclusions. Even stricken with grief, his brother was still acting mostly rational (for Sherlock anyways.) Maybe his younger brother was right, and through some miracle of fate, John Watson had survived the fall.