I don't own BBC Sherlock, they are the creative works of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and of course the wonderful Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Well, this started as a series of one shots, but it's now grown into a small story. I do hope you all like it, but be warned angst filled for a while.
We Stand United
Chapter One
John stood in the middle of 221B Baker Street, his mind still numb from the event a week ago. He closed his eyes against the wave of emotions, and all he saw was Sherlock falling, jumping from the roof of St Bart's. Blue eyes snapped open when the door to the flat opened and Mycroft walked in. The British Government stood tall and regal as an equally tall elderly couple walked in behind him. John gave a nod to the three of them, not able to summon up a smile for his late partners parents and elder brother. John didn't think he would ever be able to smile again. He had not only lost his best friend, but his lover.
"Oh John," Violet 'Please call me Mummy' Holmes sighed softly as she saw that John hadn't finished getting ready, she walked towards him, going around her eldest son and husband.
"Sorry," he murmured as he looked to the black tie in his hand. He didn't wish to go, it felt like it would be admitting that Sherlock was gone and that he would never be coming back.
Mummy Holmes took the tie from him and wrapped it around his neck and began to tie it, "It's all right John, we're here with you, and you're not alone."
John just nodded a little as she finished doing a Windsor knot and brushed his shoulders. There were footsteps coming up the stairs once again, an angry mumbling and rustling of paper.
"That…" Mrs Hudson said, her eyes taking on a dangerous glint as she almost shouted, "That woman, that vile piece of shit!" she ended up yelled as she threw the paper onto the coffee table as she then went over to John and wrapped her up in her arms, "Oh my poor boy."
Mycroft walked over to the coffee table and picked up the paper that the irate landlady had thrown.
"Read it Mycroft," John said, his voice level and calm, void of all emotions.
Mycroft glanced at the article and then looked over to John saying softly, "I don't think it's a wise idea."
John shook his head, "I may as well know what they are saying about me, so I know what to expect when I walk out of that door."
"Do so," Alexander Holmes told his son as he walked to stand beside John.
Mycroft sighed, still thinking it was a bad idea, "Very well." He nodded as he read out the small article on the front page.
The Fraud had a Lover
Kitty Riley
Today the fraudulent consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes, is to be put to rest. The man shocked a Nation when it came to light that the one highly thought of Consulting Detective, had actually paid off actor, Richard Brooks, to play at being his rival. It was even more shocking when, after being confronted with the truth, he broke out of police custody and went on the run with Blogger, John Watson. Hours later he was standing on the rooftop of St Bart's, and jumped to his death. Best friend and Blogger, John Watson was nearby watching, talking on the phone to his friend trying to talk him out of jumping.
You can't help but feel for Doctor John Watson, after watching his best friend fall to his death. Though Watson has taken the more unpopular stance in saying that he believes in Sherlock Holmes and all that he has done during their time together. But I have recently heard that the relationship between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson was deeper than people believe. They were actually lovers, and have been for over a year. This puts new light on the statements that he has given in his belief of Holmes. Did this Ex-Army Doctor know that his lover was a fraud and had made up James Moriarty? Was he part of it all? Or did a mastermind dupe him? These are things that the police will have to figure out as they look through all the cases that Sherlock Holmes had worked on during his time, working with New Scotland Yard.
"That's enough," Violet said softly as she saw John slump a little more.
Mycroft nodded as he said, "I will need to do something about her, and about all of this. I already have things ready to prove to the police of Sherlock's innocence, and statements that are to be released to the public." he looked to the rest of the article and whispered, "She has gone too far."
Alexander nodded his head to his son as he said, "Right, go on, all of you wait out side, I want to talk with John for a moment."
Mycroft, Violet and Mrs Hudson looked to the older man and nodded, they left the two standing in the middle of 221B Baker Street.
Alexander went over to John and placed large hands on his shoulders, "John," he called to the man, as he slowly lifted his head and looked up to his lover's father, "I know it's not much comfort at the moment but you need to remember he loved you, you meant everything to him. He would do anything to keep you safe, and I have no doubt that he jumped to save you. Sherlock didn't care what anyone else thought of him, he didn't care about anyone else at all. He loved you, with all his awkwardness." He smiled softly; Alexander looked much like Sherlock though his hair was thinner, and slightly more tamed.
"I…" John started as his throat closed on him and he struggled to keep the tears at bay as finally the numbness started to leave him and all he felt was profound loss, "I can't do this," he whispered.
Alexander sighed softly as he pulled John close giving him the comfort that he needed, "You can, you need to show the people that believe in those dreadful lies that you are stronger, and that you will not back down and you believe in Sherlock, no matter what they say."
John lent against the taller man, taking the comfort offered, even though his mind rebelled against it, wanting nothing more than to be with Sherlock. "I know."
Alexander gave a soft smile, the sadness deep in his steel grey eyes, so much like his youngest sons, "Let's go, and when this is over you are coming back to Dorset with Violet and I and taking some time to recover. The peace and quiet will do you some good."
John nodded, he knew that he couldn't come back to Baker Street; the press were already outside, hounding him for information and a new story. It was only thanks to Mycroft's people that the front door step wasn't swamped all the time. Alexander let him go and straighten John's black suit out and then made sure he, himself was presentable. Alexander took the lead as John looked around Baker Street once again, he wouldn't be back for a little while at least, but he knew he couldn't leave, couldn't leave the memory of Sherlock behind, and their life together.
John walked down the stairs and out into the open, camera flashes were going off as the hearse was at the front and a limo was waiting for them, Mycroft, Violet and Mrs Hudson were already inside. Alexander got in and joined them. John went to get in, but he looked to the hearse and the coffin that now held Sherlock's body, and he froze. Alexander reached a hand out and took hold of John's and pulled him towards the door. Getting the man to climb in.
John practically shut down as they drove to the Church, not saying or doing anything. Inside the church he was sat between Violet and Mrs Hudson, the two of them holding is hand until it was time for him to give a eulogy. John went to stand, but his legs wouldn't support him as he just crashed to the floor of the church, eyes blurring. Mycroft was quickly by his side as he helped him to stand and let him sit back in the pew.
"I can't do it." He whispered brokenly, he couldn't admit that Sherlock was gone.
Mycroft nodded as he said, "Don't worry, I prepared something just in case."
John nodded as his hands were once again taken by Violet and Mrs Hudson. Mycroft went to the front and stood up, speaking about his little brother and how he was and how he would be missed. He mentioned John and how he had brought out the very best in his brother. The service soon came to an end and they stood up, Alexander making sure that John would remain upright as they walked out of the church to the graveyard, where Sherlock was to be buried.
As Sherlock was lower and he threw in the white rose, whispering, "Bye Sherlock." As he did so, he finally looked up to those that gathered. People that Sherlock had helped before he had met John and those after. Lestrade was to one side, dressed in black, he caught John's eyes and walked over.
"Remember what I said that night that you moved to Baker Street, the drugs bust?" he asked John as he stood beside Sherlock's grave. Looking to the casket that would soon to be covered in earth.
John nodded a little, he remembered some of that night, "What is it Greg?" he asked him, wearily, to tired and drawn out after all that had happened.
"I knew Sherlock to be a good man before he met you. But at the end, because of you, he was a great man. I believe in him John. No one could fake what he did, I knew that when I had no choice but to arrest him." Lestrade told him as he gave a small smile. "That belief may even cost me my Job, but at the moment, I don't really care, they caused a great man to make a choice, and it's something I can't forgive." He finished as he turned and placed a hand on John's shoulder as he went to walk away.
"He thought of you as one of his friends, one of his few friends, one of only three he had. The text you sent us, warning us, he knew that if we ran, it would be traced back to you and you would be in trouble for it. He stayed that night at Baker Street to await arrest because he didn't want to see you loose something you love doing." John told him, he knew that Lestrade had done all he could to halt what was going on, but with Donovan and Anderson, both going over his head, he had no choice, but at least he did warn them, let the two prepare a little for what was to come.
Lestrade nodded as John then frowned as he caught sight a blue flash on the black suit. Lestrade followed his eyes and said, "Those of us that believe are wearing one." He nodded towards those that were gathered.
John turned around and began to notice the armband of blue, on everyone that Sherlock had helped, via the police or the blog. They were all wearing one. It was the same blue as the scarf that Sherlock loved to wear. John gave them a small watery smile, glad that he wasn't the only one that believed in Sherlock.
"We stand united John, you're not alone, I've been going through the case files that Sherlock had helped us with, and I can't find anything that tells me that he is a liar. Everything he told us that led to an arrest was backed up later with evidence that was found. I don't think a single one of the cases that he helped us with will be over turned." Lestrade told him softly, "Each of them, all believe in Sherlock, because he helped them get the justice they deserve."
"Mycroft has more information about Sherlock being real and about Moriarty as well. It will be released tomorrow, to the police and the public." He told him, knowing that the other could do with the heads up.
Lestrade nodded, "all right," he said softly as he then said, "And John, I'm really sorry. I know the two of you loved each other, I could see that when ever I saw you both."
John looked away as he fought back his tears once again, "I don't know if I can do this without him."
"You will," Alexander said as he came up beside the two, "Now John, I believe that we should get you away. Time for you to recover."
Lestrade looked at his friend and could see the bags under John's eyes and the tiredness within them, the paleness. "Go, and make sure to take care of yourself John. When you want, give me a call and we'll go out for a pint. If you want to talk, then call me as well, you know I'm here for you."
John nodded as he said, "I know, and I will if I need to."
Alexander then led him away as Violet and Mycroft joined them, guarding John as they went out of the graveyard and towards the limo that waited for them, cameras flashing once again, as the press lurked around for another story. People came from the graveyard and lined around John, blocking him from view, to let him have some privacy and peace as he was taken away to recover and gather himself once again as his life crumbled down around him. Wondering what he would do now, without Sherlock to walk beside him.
Thank you for reading, and I do hope that you have enjoyed the first chapter. More to come, hoping to post once a week on a Wednesday.
