Yet to Come

A shadow appeared behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw a hooded creature though when he spoke, he sounded strangely like Lestraud.

"You are the last ghost? You are to show me the future. What will become of Tim? What will become of John? What will become of me? Please answer Spirit I have to know!" Even Sherlock was surprised by his outburst and his fear. It couldn't be a good thing if the current atmosphere was what it was.

The spirit pointed to a window and Sherlock looked through. It was a hospital scene. What he saw made his heart stop. Tim's parents were standing by the bed, in tears, John was murmuring words to them

"I'm so sorry. He will never walk again or function at an average level in anything from co-ordination to being able to walk and move. The damage is too severe."
"We know Dr. Watson. Its been too long. But how do we break it him?"
"Just be gentle, firm and supportive. He loves you. Hearing it from you will make it easier to bare. If you need any further help or advice, you have my number."
John left the room, and his parents told him the news. He just sat there and cried as they told him. They tried soothing him for a long time, until he fell into a fitful sleep, still sniffling. Sherlock then appeared at John's locker. John looked sad. Sherlock saw a tear trail down his face. At that moment, it appeared to give him courage, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number

"Hey Carl, its John. Did you fancy that drink?" John asked and his face lit up when he got a response. Sherlock realised at that moment, he had lost John forever. The boys plight and the loss of John almost tore his heart apart. He was then taken further into the future. A grave yard. There was a coffin, and seated was a single mourner. Mycroft who was dabbing his eyes with a hanky. No John. As the priest read the words, Sherlock noticed a man standing away, hiding behind a tree. John. So he had come. Once Mycroft had left, Sherlock followed John to the grave, already guessing who was in there.

"Sherlock. I forgive you and I some part of me will always love you, but Carl has made me happy. I want to thank you Sherlock. We have been married for 10 years. He remembers the little things that help. I guess in some ways I have you to thank, as of you had shown up to the party, I'd probably never have chatted to him, knowing how possessive you can be. Good bye Sherlock. Even though you hurt, I forgive you and it was a pleasure serving with you." John walked away and as Sherlock watched he joined Carl, taking his hand and leaving Sherlock forever.

"You need to mend your ways Sherlock. Even John won't wait around forever. I'll let you in on a secret. It's never too late to change." He finished before clicking his fingers and returning Sherlock to his bedroom.