Title: One More, For You

Rating: T

Pairing: Sherlock/John Watson (like there could be another way of viewing this show!)

Summary: John cannot go on, not after the fall….

"Sherlock, where are you?" John ran into 221 Baker street, and up the stairs. Everything just has it had been, before…

"John, dear, what are you doing?" Mrs. Hudson came through the door.

"He's here, have you seen him?" John was in a nervous panic.

"Who's here?"

"Sherlock, I know he is here." John went upstairs to the second bedroom. "Damnit, where are you?"

"Oh John dear, don't do this to yourself."

Ding* Fumbling, John dug through his pocket, again the number was blocked: Don't- SH

"Don't what?" John was angry, was over whelmed and all he wanted was…all he wanted was Sherlock, for him not to be dead. "Is this some kind of GAME?"

Mrs. Hudson watched John, he was on the verge of a melt down. "John, dear…"

"It's Sherlock, some how, he's…" John couldn't bring himself to say that Sherlock was alive, it was just too good to be true. "I am getting texts."

Ding*: Stay at Baker Street, Goodbye -SH

"Don't you go away again. I cannot lose you again," John yelled at the phone. He wanted to talk to him, wanted to know that this was real and not…not another dream.

John knew he couldn't leave. If Sherlock was out there then John would have to stay at Baker Street, Sherlock could show up at any time. John feared that if he left to find Sherlock, he would miss him.

Three days John waited. John paced. He never let the phone more than a few inches away from him. He did not eat, he slept only by accident. John feared he would miss Sherlock. John obsessed about Sherlock, and the text messages he received. He read and reread them many times.

Mrs. Hudson had been up to check on him a few times, but she never stayed long, mainly because John never acknowledged her presence.

John sat on the couch, sleep was taking him over. He just could not keep his eyes open any longer. After fighting it way to long, John's eyes fell shut. He was asleep.

"I'm so Sorry, I had no other choice." The warm soft voice said. It sounded so far away, and yet near at the same time.

John set up, it was dark, quickly realizing where he was and gaining bearings on his surroundings. He was on the couch, and he was covered up, with the sheet, but the sheet was from Sherlock's room, and he had not gone in there, except to look for Sherlock.

The shadow….

*Ding: John could not move fast enough to get his phone. "Go back to sleep, I will explain later-SH"

John looked back to where he had seen the shadow, but it was gone. Sherlock had been there. John had missed him…

"Please, just talk to me, let me know you are real, and not a dream." John was nearly crying. The feeling of loneliness was getting too much for him. He did not think he could handle it much longer.

I hope you like it so far… this is my first attempt at Sherlock ff, and hopefully not my last! Please Read/Review!