A/n: This chapter will be relatively short, as it will be the chapter which introduces us to the story and gets everything going. Following chapters will be much longer, I promise. Huge thanks to my beta Bo, who has helped me a lot with my grammar errors and such. Enjoy the story!

Love, H xx

I do not own Sherlock in any way, it is the creation of sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the BBC, I only own my OC's.


"yesterday brought the beginning
tomorrow brings the end
and somewhere in the middle
we became the best of friends."


I came out of the cab, and as soon as I managed that, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked, hurrying towards St. Barts.

"John." It was Sherlock.

"Hey, Sherlock. Are you okay?" I asked. His voice sounded off.

"Turn around and walk back the way you came." he ordered.

" No, I'm coming in." Where is he?

"Just- do as I ask!" He said exasperated. Sherlock's voice sounded wrong. "Please." Awfully wrong.

I gave up. "Where?" I wanted to know as I walked back from the way I came in from.

"Stop there." He instructed a little timidly.

"Sherlock?"

I don't get what's going on.

"Okay, look up. I'm on the rooftop."

I did as he said, and my heart skipped a few beats. "Oh God." What is he doing up there?

"I- I... I can't come down, so we- we'll just have to do it like this."

What the hell? "What's going on?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"An apology." He stated. "It's all true."

"W-what?" I blurted, utterly confused.

"Everything they said about me. It's all true. I invented Moriarty." Sherlock said, glancing behind him.

"Why are you saying this?" I asked confusingly, hoping he'd clear things up a bit.

"I'm a fake."

No, this is not happening. I could not possibly believe that. Why is he lying?

"Sherlock..." I tried to stop him, but he cut me off.

"The newspapers were right all along." Sherlock told me, with a rather teary voice. "I want you to tell Lestrade, I want you to tell Mrs. Hudson… and Molly." He took a small pause, and then continued. "In fact, tell anyone who will listen to you. That I created Moriarty for my own purposes." He explained but I wasn't going to believe his story for a second.

"Okay, shut up Sherlock. The first time we met... the first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?" I tried to save the situation, by reminding him, how he impressed me with his deducing.

"Nobody could be that clever." Sherlock argued.

"But you are, Sherlock!" I said that made Sherlock give out a teary laugh.

"I researched you. Before we met, I discovered everything that I could to impress you." He argued. "It's a trick. Just a magic trick." Sherlock said.

Does he believe that bullshit himself?

"No." I retorted. I was not going to believe that. "All right, stop it now." I started to walk towards the hospital again.

"No, stay exactly where you are." Sherlock ordered me. "Don't move."

"All right." I said nervously. I walked back to my previous spot.

"Keep your eyes fixed on me." Sherlock told me, his arm stretched before him, as if trying to reach my raised hand. "Please, will you do this for me?" He pleaded.

"Do what?" I asked.

"This phone call, it's- um, it's my note." Explained Sherlock. "It's what people do, don't they? They leave a note."

"Leave a note when?"

"Goodbye, John." Sherlock said sadly. He tossed his phone on the rooftop behind him.

"No. Don't..." Was all I managed out. But it didn't help at all.

"SHERLOCK!" I screamed at him, but it was too late. He had already jumped.

"Sherlock!" John shouted, jolting up in his bed. There were tears on his face and the bed was wet from all the sweating. He hadn't had a good night's sleep for months. Bloody nine months since his friend had left him alone.

He didn't have anyone. And that wasn't the first time.


"It does not good to dwell on dreams and forget to live, John." Harry stated, giving John the coffee she'd made.

"Yeah, thanks a lot, Dumbledore." John said, taking the coffee and adding the milk. He was on a small visit to Harry's small cottage in the countryside to relax and try to forget Sherlock.

"No, I mean it John. You need to move on. You've been here for two weeks now, I think it's time for you to carry on living your life." Harry continued. She wasn't going to give up on her brother so easily.

John sighed and took a sip from the coffee. Harry was right, he had to move on with his life. For the nine months he'd spent on his own, he'd stayed in a small motel, searching for a new flat, he couldn't bear living in 221B.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." he agreed, and Harry flashed him a smile. She really wished the best for John, even if they weren't on very good terms all the time.

"So, would you like some biscu-"

Ring Ring.

"Oh, I will get it." Harry said, already on her way. John nodded and continued drinking his coffee, focusing on the fresh newspaper.

"John!" Harry shouted from the hallway. "There's someone here to see you!"

Who'd be here for me?, John thought, getting up from the kitchen table. "Yeah, coming."

Harry passed him in the hallway and winked "It's a woman" she whispered.

John glanced at his wrist. No, there was still months on it, so who was the mysterious woman in the doorway?

"John Watson?" The woman asked once John arrived to the door. "Yes, that is me." he nodded.

"I need you to come with me." she said matter-of-factly.

John burrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Where to?" He asked, giving a questioning look to the woman.

"On an adventure!" She said, seeming to regret the words as soon as they'd left her lips. "OK, well, not really an adventure, more like a mission. We need to find my soul mate. And I think that you need to find the idiot as much as I do." She explained, giving John a sweet smile.

John nodded to himself and thought for a bit. That was a completely strange woman, at Harry's doorstep, asking for John Watson to share an adventure with her. Well, it's not like i have something better to do, so why not, he finally thought, and went to pack his bags. Five minutes later John was all packed, his gun in the bag just in case. He said his goodbyes to Harry, and managed to convince her, that the woman outside wasn't going to be his soul mate by showing his wrist to Harry.

The woman stood outside, next to her golden Lexus Jeep, and opened the back door of the car for John to put his stuff there.

He put the things on the seat and went to sit in the front. She was already behind the wheel, taking off her coat and tossing it in the back.

"Um, if you don't mind me asking, what's your na-" John tried to ask, but she cut him off.

"Sorry, but I do mind that, I'd rather not tell you my real name, but you may call me Elizabeth." She said, taking her gloves off and starting the engine.

"Anonymity is a huge deal these days, you know, there's a lot of danger out there. It's nothing personal, I just prefer to stay unknown." She explained after a few moments, tying her long black hair into a ponytail and fastening her seat belt.

John nodded, even though he didn't really understand her life choices. Elizabeth took off and started to drive away from Harry's home.


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