A/N This is my first venture into the Sherlock fandom and my first attempt at writing Sherlock. Only recently got round to watching it even though I've always meant to. I'm shocked at how quickly I've become addicted. It's AWESOME and Bendict Cumberbatch. Do I need to say anymore? ;) hehe. Anyway this is based on the ending of 'The Reinchenbech Fall' and is in Sherlock's POV. Any mistakes are mine. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss own.
I watch him from where I stand in the cemetery. I watch as Mrs Hudson, sweet, gentle Mrs Hudson, leaves him be. I watch her for a moment, my inquisitive pale, green eyes, focused on her retreating figure. I watch as she stumbles away, tears streaming down her face. I can't see them but I know they're there. The way she keeps wiping her face proves it. I turn back to John. I'd only looked away for a few seconds. I can't bare not seeing him even for those precious few seconds I'd spent staring at Mrs Hudson. It's been too long, these last few months with only Mycroft as company. I see him talking to someone that should be in front of him but isn't. He's talking to a headstone. My headstone. I can't hear what he says but I can imagine. He'll be saying about how he's always believed in me. Loyal to no end. I don't deserve it. How can I when here I am, alive, watching my best friend talking to my headstone as he believes I'm dead. How can I deserve loyalty after everything I've put him through and what I'm still putting him through? I watch as he steps right up to my headstone. He's reaching the peak of his speech. The way he stands, the way he's moved closer proves it. I watch as he touches the top of the black marble that bares my name. A sign of respect. I watch as he walks away. Or begins to. I see him turn back. He's saying something else. Something he's been wanting to say for a long time. There's a desperation to him. How tense he's holding himself. How he's clenching and unclenching his fists. They're all signs of desperation. I can imagine what he's saying. What's causing the desperation. "Don't be dead. For me." That's what he's saying. He seems to have said his piece. He turns his back to the headstone. He takes a deep breath and then he finally walks away. I want to run after him but I restrain myself. Soon John. Soon I shall return. And John, I am sorry.
A/N So. What did you think? Wrote this in English last week in like 10 minutes and just finished typing it up and editing it some more. Review? :D