One More Miracle: Or Alternatively, Why I Can't Have Nice Things

by Mistress Of Fandom

Sherlock died, and John cried, but now that he's back, what will happen to the crime fighting duo? This is a series of one-shots dealing with my reaction to The Reichenbach Fall and how I picture the reunion. These were written well before season three was released. They were posted separately on my friend's account, but have been taken down and reposted here under one title.

1. Alone At The Edge

The man stands alone at the edge. There is only one thing left to do. To save John. His only friend.

He jumps.

John stands in the empty street, watching Sherlock fall. His black coat flutters behind him. He half expects the man to fly, but he doesn't. There's a sickening crash, and Sherlock's crumpled on the ground. His body is twisted. John stands, and stares.

Pain, anger, agony.

Bystanders rush around the fallen detective. John runs to his friend, praying for a miracle. He's still alive. He has to be. He's Sherlock bloody Holmes for God's sake! But he's not. There's blood everywhere. He's not breathing.

"This is my note." He had said.

"I invented Moriarty." He said.

"Goodbye, John." He said.

There was pain in that voice. Defeat. But he believes in Sherlock Holmes. Moriarty was real. He feels it. And somehow, the consultant criminal had forced Sherlock to jump. John would find out how. John would chase Moriarty to the ends of the Earth, and screw the consequences! He better run. Anger overwhelms John.

I will finish it, Holmes, he thinks. I'll break him down piece by piece. I'll do it for you. Goodbye, Sherlock.

He waits with his friend, but his mind is racing. He is Doctor John H. Watson, and if it takes the last breath in his body, he will destroy Jim Moriarty.