I honestly almost cried as I wrote the first few sentences.

Prompts: Suicide Fall Crash Reunion

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It's been 5 years. Five whole years. Five years since Sherlock had fallen. He couldn't get it out of his head. He sighed as he turned the wheel, carefully manoeuvring around another corner. It's been far too long. John was beginning to doubt Sherlock. Beginning to doubt he would ever come back. He tried to push the thought to the back of his mind but the thought of Sherlock being gone... Forever... It stayed. It stuck with him like glue and it kept floating to the front of his mind. His concentration faltered for a second. A second too long. A second that would have saved him had he been paying attention. John stopped focusing on the road for a second and failed to notice the car driving towards him at a fast pace. His eyes widened in shock on impact and he hit the brake but it was too late. It was unexpected. Fast. Like a bullet to the head. He fell forward and hit his head on the steering wheel, the airbag had clearly failed to deploy, both cars pulled to a halt. The other driver clambered out of his car in a hurry, pulling John's car door open. "John?" He asked hurriedly before realising John obviously wasn't about to respond soon. Sherlock moved his hand to his wrist as he lifted John's head carefully. There was blood. Too much blood. Running down his face and now, Sherlock's hand in a red sticky mess. Sherlock took his pulse but there was none. John was gone. A tear fell down his cheek as he pulled out his phone and rang for an ambulance knowing it was pointless now. He left quickly realising it would be easier if no one knew he was alive and also that he would never see John again and within hours, Sherlock was gone too. Gone for good. For real. There was no faking it this time. He couldn't bear to live without John, his jumper-wearing army doctor.

At last, they were together. Forever. Just the two of them. No Lestrade, Molly or Moriarty and no one to know the truth about what happened. No one to know John's real cause of death or that Sherlock didn't actually die when he fell.