NOTE: I wrote this for a Tumblr post on a gifset, and it got some good feedback [Which was definitely a surprise!] so I thought I'd edit it a bit and make it my first piece on here! I normally write poems rather than this, so any help is appreciated, and I'm happy to do requests if you so wish. Thank you for reading!
Oh, and italicised speech are quotes from John's speech through both series of BBC's Sherlock.
I don't own any of it, obviously, I am not lucky enough to be Moffat or Godtiss, or have anything to do with Sherlock or Doctor Who. All I do is fangirl obsessively.
Sherlock and John in 'The Silence in the Library'
"So, why aren't you wearing a suit?"
"I don't wear them at crime scenes, Doctor, and I don't intend to start wearing them in libraries."
"Fair point, Sherlock. And John always wears them?"
"Not so much anymore, it annoys Lestrade when he doesn't. Speaking of which, John? John, where are you?"
They both swung around, surveying the room, looking into the shadows cast by vast bookshelves, hoping they wouldn't see John's white suit emerge from within them. They heard nothing but uneven footsteps and the sound of 3 hearts pounding
And then a voice.
"Sherlock? You okay?"John called. "Sorry, I'll shut up." The white suit wandered into the light, a skull rested against the window of the mask. John.
"John?" Sherlock whispered, John had said those words at their first crime scene. Repetition of old phrases, he knew what that meant. "No... John! Doctor, you have to do something, you have to stop this, right now!"
"I'm sorry, Sherlock. I'm so sorry." The Doctor looked at the Detective.
"Now, Doctor!"He shouted as he looked back, giving the Doctor an icy glare, his eyes full of tears, even with the stream already running down his face.
"I can't!" The Doctor shouted back. "It's too late,I can't do anything. What you're hearing now, it's an echo of life, Sherlock. He's gone."
"I know." Both looked wordlessly to the suit, wandering jaggedly towards them, it's speech rang out through the otherwise silent library.
"That was fantastic! There's a head in the fridge, a bloody head! Are you wearing any pants? I'm just you're friend."
"Wrong." Sherlock corrected, staring at the helpless figure in front of him.
"I was so alone… And I owe you so much."