A/N: Hello my dear readers! I have been having a bit of a Sherlock-craze lately and this is the result of that. There will be eight chapters in this fic, meaning eight songs and this is the first of them. I'm sorry to say that the chapters will be drabble-length. Oh, and Sherlock might be a bit of OOC, but he's missing John so give him a break. ;)

Hope you like it!

Summary: Post-Reichenbach: Song (Musical) fic. Six songs to describe John's feelings after the Fall and two for Sherlock. Johnlock.

Warnings: Angst, Slash references

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or the song The Scientist by Coldplay.

Singing

Prologue:

Sherlock Holmes watched from afar as his best friend limped through the gates to the cemetery and stopped in front of his grave. It was the day of his funeral and the ceremony had just ended. The few people that had attended had all left – all apart from John.

Sherlock ripped his eyes off of John's shaking form and closed them as he leaned against the tree he was hiding behind. He took a shuddering breath as the pain and longing consumed him and took over his senses.

He started to sing.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you, tell you I need you

Tell you I'll set you apart

All the long-suppressed feelings Sherlock had hidden deep inside for years surfaced as he sang his voice quiet as a whisper, only heard by the humming wind. He sang for the only person that ever meant something for him.

The only person that truly mattered.

He sang for John.

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions

Oh let's go back to the start

Running in circles, coming in tails

Heads on a science apart

Sherlock wanted to go to John as the soldier cried silent tears, kneeling in front of the empty grave that was supposed to be his final resting place. He wanted to tell him that it wasn't real – that he was alive – that it was just a trick. He wanted to gather the crying man in his arms and tell him how sorry he was for everything.

But he couldn't.

Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh, take me back to the start.

No, he couldn't.

Sherlock had to go and leave John behind and that was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. He had thought that it would be easy. After all, he was a high-functioning sociopath, he never cared about anyone and no-one ever cared about him. There would be no-one to leave behind, no-one to miss him.

Expect there was.

I was just guessing at numbers and figures

Pulling your puzzles apart

Questions of science, science and progress

Do not speak as loud as my heart

Two years ago it would have been true. He could have left – he could have disappeared without anyone's knowledge and no-one would have searched for him. No-one would have cared.

Two years ago he hadn't met John Watson.

Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me

Oh, and I rush to the start

Running in circles, chasing our tails

Coming back as we are

Sherlock had never felt like there was something missing from his life back then. He was content with his scientific experiments, cases and deductions. He had never needed anyone. Not until he met John. John had intrigued him right from the first glance and the more time he spent with him the more he liked it. Sherlock begun dependent on John without even realizing it. He felt empty when John wasn't with him. And by causing pain to John he was killing himself, slowly from the inside.

Nobody said it was easy

Oh it's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start

Sherlock had never thought it could hurt so much. That he could miss someone so much it was hard to breath. Sentiment had never been his area. He didn't understand feelings. Why would he? He had convinced himself early on that caring wasn't an advantage – sentiment was for the weak. He was better off without. And that there was no such thing as love; love only existed in fiction – books and TV. Dull.

But that was when he hadn't met John.

That was when he hadn't fallen in love.

And now, he would give anything to just be with the person he loved.

He had never even gotten a chance to tell John about his feelings. He hadn't realized it until the moment he jumped off the St Bart's roof. And now it was too late. Now he had to leave. To destroy every single part of Moriarty's web.

To protect his heart.

And maybe one day, he could come back and find his heart again.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review and tell me what you think. Next chapter will be posted in a few days.

- Dalnim