Fanfiction request? You've got it. The prompt from: sentinelsouls at tumblr

"Irene adler has been in hiding so she didnt hear the news... one day Irene bumps into John after Sherlock died. When Irene jokingly asks John where his bf, Sherlock, (I say bf cuz she always joked bout that) is, John tells her he's gone. Finish it :)"

"Oh, well hello John." Irene had bumped into him on the street and found herself smiling her dashing smile.

John gasped, "Irene- I- How?"

Irene interrupted him, "Oh, don't be so surprised John. You'd think I wouldn't survive? I've done it before, you know. So how is your boyfriend doing?"

John stood silently. And stared. He had been having a typically normal day, walking around London, getting grocery shopping done...Speaking of groceries...

John picked up his dropped grocery bag and looked inside, "You've- broken my eggs."

Irene looked on John with now what seemed to be a concerned look.

"John- I've asked you a question...How's Sherlock doing?"

The army doctor, still looking into the bag of broken egg yolks and mockingly laughed to himself, "Like you don't know."

"Sorry John? I don't seem to underst-"

"He's gone."

Irene's face was blank, "Excuse me?"

"Dead. Gone. Jumped off a roof because your boss forced him to. How haven't you heard the news? 'Fake detective, kills himself out of guilt'. It's was there for weeks Irene. Don't even try."

John never really felt that much hatred towards Irene. He genuinely knew that she cared about him, and he also knew that Sherlock cared about her. But now that Sherlock's gone? No. He wouldn't try and brush off the fact that she worked for Moriarty...she did, and Moriarty was the one that made Sherlock do the bidding in the first place. It's partly her fault, mostly his fault, and John felt terrible.

Irene looked hurt. Very hurt, "I've been- I was in hiding for months John. I thought it was safe, I knew Moriarty was dead. I swear- I didn't know this. I'm hurt too John...I knew you cared for him, if you need anything I can help. I'll-"

"You know what Irene? I'm not listening to you anymore. I've had enough of- whatever this" he waved his hand through the air, "is"

Carrying his broken eggs.

And broken heart.

He left Irene speechless on the sidewalk.

I know it's not very good, but it did cure my boredom momentarily. Thank you for the prompt :)

I hope everyone enjoyed it.