Tears of an angel Shelock BBc songfic
Cover my eyes, cover my ears tell me this words are a lie...
John was almost at the flat when Lestrade called him. He thought that is was strange, Lestrade never called him. Maybe it was Sherlock that was being an ass at the crime scene, again. "Hello?"
"John..." Lestrade said, but he didn't continue, as if he was afraid to. "John, we was chasing the murderer, and Sherlock... you know how he is. He run ahead. I lost him...and. And when I caught up with him...I was too slow, I'm sorry John..."
It can't be true, that I'm losing you. Sun can not fall from the sky.
"No...no, it can't be..." John cried,"he has faked his dead before...maybe..." He knew that it was too much to hope, but he didn't care. "Not this time John...I'm sorry...I wish it could be but... his throat was cut...there is no chance he's..." John didn't listen more he didn't want to hear.
Can you hear heaven cry, tears of an angel...
It couldn't be true, it couldn't. He refused to believe it. Sherlock had done this to him before, he could be doing it again. He couldn't be dead...not Sherlock. Ever since Sherlock had returned he had gone with him on all the cases...no matter what. But this time, John had been at work. Sherlock had called him and asked him to come...but he hadn't.
Tears of an angel, tears of an angel...tears of an angel.
It started to rain, but John didn't care. He just sat there, curled against the wall outside 221B. He didn't even remember sitting down. If he had gone with Sherlock, he wouldn't be dead now. He could have saved him. They would be going home in a cab now, laughing. He should have gone with him, if he had. Sherlock would be alive.
Stop every clock. The stars are in shock...
John didn't know how long he sat there in the rain. He didn't care either. It felt like hours, but it couldn't have been more than 20 minutes before he felt Lestrade's hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Lestrade sitting down next to him. Anderson and Donovan were standing next to the car.
The river would run to the sea...
They where looking shocked. Like they didn't believe what had happened. They looked sad too. John didn't get why. They hated Sherlock, didn't they?
I wont let you fly, I wont say goodbye. I wont let you slip away from me... Can you hear heaven cry, tears of an angel. Tears of an angel...
They was at the morgue now, John barely remember getting there. They had cleaned Sherlock up...it looked like he was sleeping. John took Sherlock's hand in his, it was so cold. It didn't feel like Sherlock. Sherlock was always so warm, so...alive. He shouldn't be like this...cold and unmoving. "Please...Sherlock. Please come back, don't leave me..."he whispered. He shook his head slowly."Don't leave me again..."