[Author's Note: It's my first story so please have mercy with me. English isn't my mother tongue but I'm trying my best ^^ I hope it's okay :o]

„Sh-Sherlock?", Molly Hooper was standing in the doorway, staring at the Consulting Detective in disbelief. She looked good but she also looked like she had cried. Sherlock tried to deduce what was going on.

Three years older but didn't age one day, pays more attention to her outer appearance, wears expensive jewellery and a wedding ring, so she's got a rich husband. Looks happy but she cried just a few hours ago, seems to cry very often. A traumatic event had a big impact on her life, maybe a month maybe...no, it was just a few weeks ago. Two weeks? She'd lost someone. A parent? No, her parents are dead, aren't they? A friend! She had dyed her hair, a bit lighter, soil under her nails. So she was most likely on a graveyard. I guess in the lunch br-

Molly shut the door and approached him carefully. „Sherlock!" she said and smiled but her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

„Of course I'm back, I said I will come back!", he smiled at her and looked around with a hopeful expression on his face. „So...where's John? I missed him a lot to be honest. He wasn't in the flat so..."

And there it was...that look she tried to hide with a smile the whole time. „He...he doesn't live...there anymore." she said with a shaky voice and looked at the ground. Sherlock frowned and he could have sworn that his heart stopped beating for a second.

A friend.

No.

Sherlock's smile froze and his frown deepened. „Wh-What do you mean? Where did he go?", he asked and tried to keep his composure.

Molly took a deep breath and did her best to keep her smile steady. „I...I will take you there. Come.", Molly grabbed her coat from a chair and put it on slowly.

„Molly? What...", Sherlock looked at the woman, his eyes showed nothing but fear.

Molly didn't answer and just left the St. Bart's building to lead the way. How should she tell him this? After Sherlock's 'death' she and John became close friends and she had always been there for John so losing one of her best friends broke her heart. She had never asked one of the men but she knew -everyone knew- that Sherlock and John had been more than just colleagues, more than friends. No one grieved that way about a friend. John had grieved over the love of his life. And then he had died of a broken heart, well, no he had taken his life but the pain of losing Sherlock made him do it.

Sherlock just followed her, everything inside him felt numb and he prayed to every single god in this universe that she would lead him to a new flat or anywhere else...just not...

He kept asking her where they were going but she was lost in her thoughts, dealing with her own pain, bracing for whatever would happen next. They walked a while through the pouring rain and then despite his silent prayers they stood in front of a graveyard.

„Molly, please...this isn't funny. Tell me where he is!" he refused to believe that they were already there. Maybe she just needed a second and they would go somewhere else, he tried to comfort himself.

Please, no.

„Molly...talk to me, tell me, what is going on?"

Molly just took his Hand and she pulled him along with her across the graveyard. Sherlock felt like his legs would give in. He stood in front of his own grave. An ordinary black gravestone.

Sherlock Holmes.

A single white rose lay on his grave. There was something special about that rose.

The rose is two weeks old. Dead but still...

A white rose...symbol for eternal love, but also friendship. A goodbye.

Eternal love...

Goodbye.

Two weeks.

It was John. John had put this rose on his grave...he wanted to say goodbye.

And then, when he looked up from his grave, he saw something that made him feel like he would suffocate. His knees finally gave in and he fell into the wet soil.

I know it's very short but it's just the beginning of something (hopefully) big. Next chapter will be up tomorrow ^^