I originally uploaded this story last year as a crossover. Now I'm uploading it here, because it barely got any views. This is AU. My Life in Film/Dead Bodies/Sherlock-ish Uhm…and here you go.

This is the first fanfiction I've published online…English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are some errors and I'd love you to tell me if you spot some. Uh…well I'm not sure if this story is that great…My friend loves it and she told me to upload it…so idk either her taste in stories and writing is really bad or I have bad self confidence (let's hope it is the latter). Anyways enough talking here's my story (the first chapter): Wait! I should probably tell you that it starts off with the end of this episode of My Life in Film watch?v=ASaWCdDpbw0&feature=relmfu)

Chapter 1

While I was lying on the cold white tiles of Art's and my kitchen floor I constantly wanted to yell for help, but the pain was paralyzing my whole body. I couldn't move. All I felt was pain. So much pain. I think I laid there for about an hour until my body was strong enough to move again. I could hear the water dripping in the sink. The noise was so loud in the dead silent room. Suddenly I heard another noise. It hurt to move my head, but at least I could see more now. It was Art. He was lying on the floor below the fridge, moaning in pain.

"Beth?" I said quietly and doing that hurt. It hurt so much. More than my physical pain. I felt that she wasn't there. She had left me all alone. All alone in this damn apartment. All alone hurt. All alone in pain. All alone. Well, technically I wasn't all alone. My best friend Art was here and the now dead goldfish Hugo Junior. But neither of them would be much of a help. Art was just moaning and stuck under the damn fridge, which apparently had fallen on top of him, and Hugo was…well, he was dead. A fucking dead fish.

"Beth?" I yelled louder so that the whole street could probably hear me. My throat began to hurt and I got hoarse, but maybe she was still here. Maybe she was still able to hear me. Maybe she'd come back. She would come back if she'd know I was in pain. I knew it. I hoped it. She was my girlfriend and a girlfriend is supposed to take care of you when you need her and she's supposed to be there for you. That's why she'd come back. The hope was still there, even though I still didn't hear an answer.

"Be…?"

"Shut up already, Jim! She ain't here no more!" Art groaned and tried to push the fridge away on his own, but failed. "Now help me push away this bloody fridge or I'll freeze to death and it'll be your fucking fault!"

Tears streamed into my eyes. He was probably right. She wasn't here anymore and she didn't hear me. She wouldn't come back to help me, just because of all the things that had happened. I laid there for a couple of minutes, ignoring Art's groans and him insulting me because I wouldn't help him. This wasn't fair. I hadn't done anything wrong. This wasn't my fault. After lying there, silent tears running down my face I finally got up to go and help my friend even though my whole body as aching. Why did this happen to me? I deserved better. I was a good guy.

"Where's Beth? Do you know where she went? Sh-she has to be here somewhere. She was here before I passed out. She's here isn't she? She's just listening to her headphones." I whimpered and wrapped my arms around myself. I already knew the answer. She was gone. Gone, probably forever. For some reason I had to hear it out loud, though, even though I knew it would hurt even more. Hearing it from someone else, but me would probably make it easier to believe, because there was still something inside of me that couldn't, that didn't want to believe she was gone for good.

"She left us, man. The bitch just left us. Didn't even call an ambulance! You believe me now? She's pure evil!" Art hissed and kicked against the broken fridge. "She left you and me, but especially you!"

I stared at him for a few seconds and then nodded. I went up into the attic. The only place where I could be alone. The only place where I could let out my feelings. I had been in the attic quite a lot during the last week. The room was dark. Pitch black. The darkness made me feel like I was invisible. Like no one could see me or touch me. Nobody could hurt me here. It was dark and cold. The wooden walls were unsound and creaking. There was a hole somewhere and which made the wind howl into the room. It sounded like a ghost from a horror movie. People like Art wouldn't like spending time up there. They'd find it creepy, but I liked it up there.

"Jim, you should really stop this already! This is ridiculous! It was just a bloody goldfish! Get over it!" Art shouted from downstairs. "Do you really think someone is gonna be upset?"

I didn't answer. It was just a goldfish for Art, but for me it was a living creature. I killed it, because I wasn't able to take care of it. I couldn't take care of anything. Of course it was also Art's and Beth's fault, but I was the one who already had owned a goldfish before. I was the one who was supposed to know how to take do this fucking job, but I failed. I failed because I was useless. Hugo had died, because I was a fucking loser. Even my girlfriend had realized this. That's why she'd just left me lying there. Helpless. In pain.

It began to get cold. I started shivering, but being alone up here was nice. It was so peaceful. So quiet. I liked it that way. I didn't need anyone. At least not Beth. That was the moment I made a decision that would change my life forever. I would go back to Ireland. Back home. Change my name. Get a new identity. No one would find me and I could start living a useful life. Alright, I wouldn't change my name or get a new identity. I didn't even know how to do that. But I would go back to the best place in the world. The country of the mountains and seas, the lakes and islands. I missed Dublin, the city I grew up in. Where I went to school, where I used to have friends.

I left in the middle of the night. Around 1 or 2am. Art was already asleep or working on his crappy scripts. I took the money hidden in the couch of the old lady next door. It was £135. I had no idea where the additional £90 came from. She wouldn't miss it, at least not the additional money. I felt so bad for taking the money, so left a note saying I was sorry. That was the least thing I could do. Art would probably pay her back or I'd send her some money when I was in Ireland.

Then I called a cab that would drop me off at the airport. I was nervous. I hadn't been back to Ireland for a while. I didn't know anyone anymore. My friends were all gone in Scotland or England. Some of them in America. Art was actually my only friend. Art. Would Art be able to take care of himself or should I stay? But no. I couldn't stay. Not here. Not now. I needed to get away. Instead of leaving Art without anything I left a note.

Dear Art,

I'm sorry that I didn't say goodbye in person, but I just couldn't take it anymore.

Hugo's death and Beth's betrayal broke my heart.

I decided to go back to Ireland for a while. Don't look for me. You won't find me.

Tell Beth that I loved her and don't forget that milk goes bad after a few days. You'll have to buy new milk then. The bread lasts longer, but if you need to buy anything there's a small amount of money in the cookie jar in the cupboard.

Your friend

James

P.S.: Don't forget to pay the bills.

I left the note on the kitchen counter and snuck out of the house. I would miss this place. I would miss the kitchen, the hallway, Art, especially Art. Art was my best and only real friend. It still felt so wrong to just leave him. Like I betrayed him. Like I left my own brother. I would even miss the old lady from next door. Before stepping into the cab I turned around once more, looked at the old brick house I had lived in for years. I looked down the street at the parking cars. The red phone box on the very end of the dark road which was only lit by a few lanterns. A cold breeze blew through my hair and tickled my nose. Winter was coming. I would miss Christmas in London. I would miss New Years' in London. I would miss London in general. Leaving this town behind was so hard. But I needed to go. Maybe I'd come back another day. Maybe in a couple of months, years, maybe in a few decades. Who knew? But I'd come back. Then I turned around and never turned around again, at least not for a very long time.

A/N: I know this is rather short. The next chapters are going to be longer. This is just an introduction so you kinda get the setting. You should probably know Dead Bodies if you're gonna read the next chapter, because that's gonna happen AFTER Dead Bodies. I'm gonna pretend his name was Jim in Dead Bodies, too. So yeah. I hope you enjoyed it and won't stop reading after this short thingy. I promise chapters are going to get longer.