Hum the Tune

by oswiniarty

Three days ago, he fell off of St. Bart's. I got to him just as he was taking his last breaths. I leaned down and he whispered into my ear, "John, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?" I came up with a genius idea: I would fake my own suicide to try to find him. I had to. So I did. Somewhat Johnlock. Post-Fall angst. [ABANDONED.]

1. Chapter 1 Alone is What I Have

Hum the Tune

Chapter one

John Watson, M.D. POV

Five days ago, Sherlock kept humming this rhythm. I didn't know what it was at the time. He'd hum it constantly.

Four days ago, I think he was on Youtube listening to a song with his headphones in. Strange behavior for him. I thought nothing of it at the time.

Three days ago, he fell off of St. Bart's. I got to him just as he was taking his last breaths. I leaned down and he whispered into my ear, "John, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?"

It took a single day for word of his suicide to hit all the papers. 'Net detective a fake', 'Phony detective commits suicide' are some of the headlines I scanned. It was wasted effort to try to read past all the pages announcing his death.

Yesterday, I finally placed the rhythm with that question. I figured the song out, at least. Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol.

It fit the situation so well that I burst into tears.

Today though, I got a text from a hidden number. It contained two sentences: 'Alone is what I have, John. Alone protects you and the others."

I figured out that it was Sherlock, because he and I are the only ones who have heard a similar sentence.

I came up with a genius idea: I would fake my own suicide to try to find him. I had to.

So I did.

Sherlock Holmes, Consulting detective POV

'Fake Internet Detective's Blogger commits Suicide!'
Leaves a note, puts 'Alone is what I have. Alone protects me.'
In John Watson's last blog post, he states that he is shutting down his blog, and writes the above statement at the bottom. Most of his ex-fans, including a number of us here at the London Daily Journal, are happy and sad to see him go. More on Page Six.

The headlines are practically screaming about it.

John wouldn't do this. John bloody Watson wouldn't commit suicide, not because of me. I'm losing my brilliant mind. What is the world coming to, if John bloody Watson is dead?

It's like if Mrs. Hudson ever left Baker Street, London would fall. But it's different for John. Because if John ever left me, I would crumble.

I need to get in touch with Mycroft. And soon.

But first, I have some errands to run.

A/N: I'm beginning to like this story. I'm already sort of working on John's note, but in my head. But to be honest, I planned this to just be a drabble fic on how John handles himself after the Fall. Granted, this version is way better.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the wonderful franchise that is Sherlock. Dammit though Mofftiss! GIVE US SEASON THREE!