Chapter One.

Smile, though your heart is aching

Smile even though it's breaking

When there are clouds in the sky,
You'll get by If you smile,
Through your fear and sorrow

Smile, and maybe tomorrow

You'll see the sun come shining through

For you

The day was a dark and gloomy day, with promise of rain. The weather seemed to fit the days activities.'This can't be the end of Sherlock, it can't be. He's to cleaver for this. He has to be faking it, he has to be!' John's mind was all over the place as he walked to the grave of his best fiend-Sherlock Holmes-to meet Mrs. Huston. 'God Sherlock! How could you do this to us! you selfish BASTARD! Did you even think of us? Even Lestrade, Sherlock! Even Lestrade is in denial!' It has been a week since the small funeral. only Mrs. Huston, Lestrade, and himself were present. Mycroft has not been heard from since that horrible day, The day John tries not to think of.

"Oh John, this can't be real!" Mrs. Huston sobbed when John reached her at the grave. "I miss him terribly! His experiments, the shooting at the wall..."

"I know Mrs. Huston, I know." He had to interrupt her rambling or he was going to lose it! "I miss him too."

"How can he do this us? How John? We could have helped him!"

"I don't know, Mrs. Huston, I don't know." He had nothing else to say, to anyone.

They stood in silence for another five minuets before Mrs. Huston left. John stared at that black marble headstone, wallowing in the memories they had together. The cases Sherlock solved, the nights he woke to find him talking to his skull, and all the times Sherlock would ramble on about how idiotic everyone else was, including John-he tried not to take offence- these memories hunted him at night. The nights were the worst, contently waking up, and walking into Sherlock rooms hoping he's there sleeping.

"Sherlock, Why? I know you were lying, I know it! You ar-were the most clever person I knew." John was talking to Sherlock's headstone as if it was actually him. "Yo...you saved my life. I know you would never agree with me, but you did! After Afghanistan I was lost, I had no one. I could hardly believe you would even want me as a flatmate. I was shocked when I saw you in that lab, the way you found all that out about me, just by a few minor details. Things that could not be found online, I know I looked myself up. There was hardly anything about me!"

He took a breath as rain started to fall. " You were that cleaver, you were... I don't care what the papers say, you are a not fake. Sherlock, please I need you! I NEED YOU! PLEASE SHERLOCK...please...please. Do it for me. You were my best friend, my...my only friend. You... you told me once that you weren't a hero. But guess what, Sherlock. You ARE a hero to me! no matter what they say, I know the truth. I'm asking for one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. DON'T. BE. DEAD!" John shouted the last part out of rage and sorrow. It was raining harder now. John knew if he stayed at the grave any longer he would get He turned away from the grave and walked to the street to get a cab. When he walked pasted the gazebo at the front of the cemetery, he thought he saw a tall, slender shadow watching him from inside. The shadow looked a lot like Sherlock, but John knew that could not be true. Sherlock was dead!

Little did John know, It was just a magic trick, Sherlock was not dead. He was standing in the gazebo in the cemetery. He was that shadow John saw, and he did hear everything John said, and it broke his heart to hear his friend in pain. Because contrary to what people believe Sherlock does care and he does have feelings.

A/N: What do you think? It's my first FanFic.