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John was sitting in 221B in one of Sherlock's dressing gowns reading (or pretending to) , it had been 3 years since the death of 'Sherlock Holmes: The fraud detective' but it had also been 3 years since the death of a man named John Hamish Watson.

John knew it, everyone knew it. When Sherlock jumped of that building he not only took his own life but also took the heart of a man down with him a man who would follow him even in death!

John stood up in sudden fury and threw the book he'd been staring blankly at for the last hour into the wall. The book was followed by a glass which shattered into the floor, then a lamp, then a photo frame containing a picture of Sherlock and John after their first big case. John, realising what he'd just thrown away in anger quickly got up and sprinted to the other side of the room not bothering to stop as he came to the shattered glass, he still didn't stop as the shards pierced into his feet instantly sparking blood. When John found the picture he collapsed to his knees and sobbed into the floor, eventually he cried himself to sleep.

John awoke to the sound of sirens. His head was spinning and he slowly climbed up to the window to see what the noise was about, he was shocked to find an ambulence and 3 police cars pulling up outside 221B. His reaction was almost instant ,Where was Mrs Hudson? Was she okay? Is she hurt .. or worse? It was an answer he didn't have to wait long for because at that moment he heard Mrs. Hudsons voive call out to the police

"He's upstairs... covered *sob* in ... blood please help him"

Another familiar voice rang out in the crowd -

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Hudson we should have been watching him,, after Sherlocks daeath he's been so vacant but I never thought he'd do this!" It was Lestrade's voice.

John was still confused, what did they mean, 'do this'? And then it dawned on him as he looked to the floor and the puddle of bright red liquid that must have bled from his feet after walking through the glass, she though he'd died, she though he killed himself.

John pulled himself up against the curtains, he'd lost so much blood that he was frail and weak but he could manage to open one of the large windows to wave at the cops so that they could aknowledge that he was infact alive.

~~~~ (a week later)

John had only stayed in the hospital for a few days after the incident, a minor injury they had called it, they said he'd be back on his feet in no time. John hoped they were right because as soon as he could walk anagin he knew exactly what he was going to do. He had a plan, an escape plan, as soon as he was well to walk again he was going to march up the steps on St. Barts hospital onto the roof and jump!

~~~ (a month later)

So here John was on the roof of Barts holding his phone and a picture of Sherlock, he wanted to do this properly.

It was the 4th of May and a warm yet strong wind was blocking out the rest of the world so John walked up to the edge of the hospital roof and kissed the picture of Sherlock before dropping it to the ground.

He took out his phone and text Sherlocks old number before throwing it the the ground

And taking one last breath of cool spring air he jumped.

'Falling was just like flying' John's last thought was shattered when he hit the ground and a ear splitting crack echoed down the street as Johns skull hit the pavement. Blood spilled from the wound and John left the earth forever.

On the roof of Barts hospital John's phone buzzed and vibrated and a message filled the screen...

'I love you and I'll never leave you' -JW

'I love you to John, I'm not dead I'm coming to 221B right now and I love you' -SH