AN: This is my first Sherlock fanfic. Please R&R.
If I owned Sherlock, Johnlock would have happened already. Has it? No. Therefore I don't own it. Sad face.
Anywho, here's my attempt at writing Sherlock.
Heroes
"Heroes don't exist and if they did I wouldn't be one of them." -Sherlock Holmes
Despite what people think, Sherlock Holmes is no hero. Yes, he may have saved countless lives and put many criminals into prison but he is not a could not save himself. No, he did not save himself. If he wanted to he could have found a way out. His brilliant mind could have come up with a way out. He always does. But not this time.
Sherlock jumped. He made me watch him. Before he did Sherlock said everything was a lie. He made Moriarty up himself. Everything he told me, every case he solved , every wonderful he did was a lie. I did not believe any of that for second. I refused to accept that Sherlock was a fake. He was not a fake.
That raven haired detective made me who I am now. He took an old tired army doctor who was trying to get used to civilian life and gave him the adrenalin rushes and action he craved. And he left me. Sherlock just left. He left me a shell of man. They say He giveth and he taketh away. Only now do I under stand the truth behind that statement. Sherlock gave me what I wanted. I missed the war, he gave me a substitute for that. Solving cases with him, that was the substitute. Then one day, it was just gone. Sherlock fell from the roof of St. Bart's Hospital. And with him went everything, no more cases, no more chasing bad guys, no more body parts in the fridge.
God I miss him.
Sherlock Holmes is no hero. Yes, he may have saved countless lives and put many criminals into prison but he is not a hero. Not to them. Moriarty made sure of that. Everyone believes he was a fake. A cheat. He made them believe that Sherlock was not an angel.
But he was. He was a hero. At least... To me he was.
