Sherlock glided high above the skyscrapers, racing to get back to the hospital roof, texting all the while. He swooped down and landed silently on the concrete, as if he had never been gone. He peered over the edge, watching the people milling around below. Rescuing his coat from where it lay, forlorn on the ground, he slid it on, over his wings.
He phoned John.
"That's what people do isn't it? Leave a note."
"Goodbye John."
He threw the phone to his right, it smashed on the steel grey roof. 'I don't need it after this anyway.', but Sherlock couldn't help feeling a pang of regret to the shattered plastic, yet he knew that if his plan was to work, he must sever all links to his past life. He tucked his wings tight into the curve of his back, under the coat. 'This is my life now. The life of a dead man.'.
And he fell.
Sherlock woke in the mortuary, aching. It would take an incredible amount of effort, but he could splint his wing bones later. Just before he had hit the ground, he had twisted himself around to land on his back. The masses of bone and feathers would cushion his fall, albeit with a price.
Molly wasn't a problem, she had walked in once with his jacket and coat off, without one of his unslitted shirts on to hide his wings. (He had a shirt on, but it was one that was slitted at the back.) She knew, and only Mrs Hudson knew as well, so it was fairly easy to keep the secret, even though he did get funny looks from Lestrade and Donovan when he hadn't folded his wings together properly under his coat. Anderson was far too ignorant to notice, and John far too loyal and polite to say anything. Sherlock sighed and laboriously hauled himself from the table, then inspected the damage to his wings whilst he waited for Molly.
The sound of a something shattering by the door soon announced her presence.
"Sherlock?"
But the voice that spoke was definitely not hers.
AN - Hehe, cliffhangers. Sorry to the non-existent viewers reading this fic, but I would like to say that I can only continue this when the inspiration strikes, so updates will be few and far between. Criticism is welcome.