His last wish, a sherlock fanfic

Beep

I was lying down. I could hear a beeping noise, and someone was holding my left hand. They held it softly, as if they were afraid it would break. Sherlock. Wonderful Sherlock.

"Afghanistan or Iraq?

Three words that changed my life. I remember our first case, the first time I watched him work. I stopped looking for other jobs and completely took in detective cases. Then he died. He fell off the roof, and for the next two years I missed him, but I found him again. My good old sherlock. I got married, and he gave the best worst best man speech I had ever heard. Years later he held me while I knelt over Mary Morstans grave. One day we were coming back from a case,

"Sherlock, why do they always do this?"

"What?"

"Everyone thinks that we are, you know, together"

"So?"

"But we're not!"

He stands up and walks over to the couch, sitting down beside me

"So?"

"So their not right! They keep saying this but-" Then he was kissing me. It was so fast I barely even noticed until he pressed his lips to mine. A thousand thoughts ran through my head, but then I realized how much I wanted this, how long I'd wished for it. And then there was only Sherlock.

I can still remember the look on many people's faces when we told them. Some were shocked, others Happy. Many seemed to expect this and didn't care. We still solved cases, and life went on as it always did, but we were happier. Happier than we've ever been. It took me a while to pick apart everything I was feeling, and what all of this meant for me, but I decided I should just leave it alone. It honestly didn't matter.

Sometimes, we would go out and dance.

People would look at us, stare, but I never noticed. Dancing with sherlock required all my attention. We moved so fast I could hardly keep up, Flying, that's what we were doing, Flying.

We would fly through the night until our feet hurt, and then lean on each other as we stumbled home. We would be so tired that we would fall onto the bed, falling asleep almost immediately. Not fast enough that he wouldn't wrap his arms around me though, or that I wouldn't kiss him on the cheek. Only then did we fall asleep, holding each other tight.

We grew older, and gray hairs curled around sherlock's black ones, age lines creeping along his skin. We stopped taking cases but would play games with each other, making up a mystery we would solve. I bought all sorts of puzzles, from jigsaw to digital. Sometimes we listen to mystery books and debated what would happen next. Sometimes Sherlock would get worked up about those, claiming a different ending than the author wrote would have happened. Every day he made me smile.

Beep

I squint open my eyes and see his face above mine, feel a squeeze from my left hand.

"Hello Sherlock"

"Hello John" There were rivers of tears rolling down his cheeks, his beautiful blue eyes filled with pain. I love those eyes. I will love them as long as I live.

Beep

His hair was messed up, the gray and black curls tumbling over his forehead, lying this way and that. I will love those curls as long as I live

Beep

Tears fell out of his eyes, running down cheeks and thoroughly soaking his beautiful face.I will love that face as long as I live.

Beep

It almost sounded like a song, the beeping, a song Sherlock might play.

Beep

Seems fitting, the man who stole my heart plays a song to it's beat.

Beep

Sherlock was still crying, He was in so much pain. I didn't know why. It Hurt to see him like that.

Beep

"Why are you so sad? Can't you hear it? The music? Make a song out of it would you? Make a song out of my-"

Beep

Be-

Sherlocks sobs echoed through the room