A/N: So, this is my first fan-fiction ever and would like to point out that I'm not good at making chapters so this is going on one whole page. I'll try to update whenever I can. Oh! Also, although I wish, I do not own Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. For those are owned by the wonderful BBC Network and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

John looked out over London. Standing on St. Barts. He knew Sherlock wasn't coming back, no matter how muched he wished for it. It was either this or the pistol in his desk drawer. He closed his eyes and took a long, shaky breath.

If... If I do this, me and Sherlock can be together, right? John thought. It can be just like the good ol' times.

After Sherlock had jumped, John had pretty much given up on life. Well, that's what everyone else thought. He had stopped eating and when he did get some rest he would always wake up about a hour later from nightmares.

Opening his eyes, John took a few steps forward onto the ledge. He reached his hand into one of his large pocket to fish out Sherlock's scarf. He held it to his chest, reminding him why he needed to jump.

Closing his eyes yet again, he jumped off the ledge.

Sherlock woke with a start. His face was hot. Tears? No, he never cried. Sitting upright he looked around his room. He barely remembered his dream. Probaly something real bad if he was tearing up. He looked at his clock. 4:17, it read. Crap, He had slept in.

He got out of his bed and walked over to his violin. He picked it up, as well as his phone which he put into his robe pocket, and walked into the living room. Carefully he set his violin down on the couch.

I can't practice for long without John waking up and getting mad at me.

"Wait, John!" he whispered to himself, starting to remember his nightmare.

He bolted to John's room. Flinging open the door.

John wasn't in his bed.

"J-John?" Sherlock panted. He felt a slight vibration in his robe pocket. He grabbed his phone. It was a text from Moriarty.

I see that you haven't found little Johnny where you think he would be, hmm, wonder what happened! 7 ~Jimmy. It read.

"7" Sherlock said out loud, " What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean? Oh wait..."

By the time all of this was over it was about 4:30