Hello! Here is another short one-shot post-Reichenbach. I was bored and this is what ended up coming out. Hope you like it!
Warnings: suicide and feels
Turn around and walk back the way you came.
No, I'm coming in.
Just. Do as I ask. Please.
Where?
Stop there.
Sherlock.
Okay, look up. I'm on the rooftop.
Oh god.
I— I— I can't come down so we'll just have to do it like this.
What's going on?
An apology. It's all true.
" Please, there's just one more thing. One more thing. One more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don't be... dead. Would you do that, just for me? Just stop it, stop this... "
Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, will you do this for me?
Do what?
This phone call, it's... it's my note. That's what people do, don't they? Leave a note.
Leave a note when?
Goodbye, John.
No. Don't—
After Sherlock's fall, John went into a depression. The thought that he could follow him was very tempting. With his Sig Sauer in the flat it would be quite easy and simple. He knew the thought should alarm him, but it didn't and he was fine with that.
Occasionally he would visit Lestrade at the Yard. Inevitably he would end up crossing paths with either Anderson or Sally, and sometimes both. They always threw him smug looks, as if taunting. 'See. Now everyone thinks he's a fraud and a criminal. Freak got what was coming for him. We warned you.' That alone kept him alive and seemingly sane. The thought to clear Sherlock's name.
It was hard and sometimes dangerous. He had to call in many favours and he indebted himself to Mycroft and other powers many times over. But it all was worth it, because he pulled it off. Sherlock's name was cleared.
The day the statement of Sherlock's innocence was released John knew his work was done. He could follow Sherlock one last time, like he always had done. His hand holding the Sig Sauer was steady.
It was not goodbye, Sherlock, but "see you later".
~~~~~Fin
Sorry! I promised myself I would not write post-Reichenbach, but guess what happened, I did. Please review!