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Dedicated to my wonderful sister, who's wanted me to write a Sherlock Holmes story for months now. Sorry it took me so long. Basically, this is Holmes's thoughts right after he 'died' at Reichenbach Falls in Switzerland. Based off the actual books, and also from the Jeremy Brett televised series. Enjoy!
Sherlock Holmes was thinking on his feet, and quickly saw the advantages of having the world think that he was dead. Even his dearest friend, Watson. He paused briefly at the thought of his friend, his only friend really. He hated the pain it would cause him. But he couldn't tell him. If Watson knew, someone else was bound to figure out that he wasn't actually dead. Still… Holmes shook his head and set about figuring a way out of this dilemma. His eyes were drawn to the rock wall behind him. It was quite sheer, but not un-climbable. Holmes saw a few footholds her and there that he could use to climb to that ledge up there. It was not easy. The roar of the falls seemed to scream up at him with Moriarty's voice, cursing him. Holmes was not a fanciful person, but could not help but shiver at the eerie feeling he was getting. He shuddered, then continued his climb. Several times it seemed he would fall as tufts of grass came out in his hands, or his feet would slip and he was left hanging by his fingertips. But, he eventually made it to the ledge, pulled himself onto it and lay there breathing heavily for a moment. But by the time Watson came running up the path, he had collected himself. Holmes watched closely as Watson found the note he had left him and sat down to read it. When he had finished, Watson looked around him searching desperately for his friend.
"Holmes!" Watson called, but he received no response, save for the echoes. Holmes drew in a breath to call out, to answer his dear friend. Assure him that he was alive and well. But he stopped himself. He couldn't… He made a fist, and bit back the cry that kept rising up within him. It was killing to see Watson hurting like this for no reason.
"HOLMES!" Watson cried again, hoping desperately for an answer. But again, all he got was the echo of his own voice. By this time, the local police were running up. Watson must have called them when he realized the note was a fake, Holmes realized. Holmes watched with pride as Watson led the investigation in a manner after his own heart. He had taught Watson well, and Holmes smiled down at his friend. But they weren't as brilliant as him, and soon inevitably came to the conclusion he wanted them to. That Sherlock Holmes had perished at Reichenbach Falls, and taken his arch enemy, Moriarty, with him. Holmes watched as the officers patted Watson on the back, comforting him, and headed back to town, to spread the news. Finally, it was just Watson. Holmes watched, emotion rising up within him, as Watson sat down on a big rock and brought out the note he had left and reread it. He watched as his friend shook his head in disbelief. Holmes wanted so badly to call out to him, but he held his tongue. Finally, Watson picked up the cane Holmes had also left behind, and with one final look back towards the falls, begun the walk back towards town. Holmes watched him go.
"So long my friend. My true, dear friend." Holmes whispered, realizing that this could be the last time he ever say him. Sherlock Holmes watched Watson until he rounded the corner and was out of sight.
"And thank you. For everything." Holmes sighed, realizing just how much he had depended on Watson. Closing his eyes, he made his final farewell to his friend. When he opened them, he had set his resolve, and began making his way back down the cliff.
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