Disclaimer: I'm not a man, and I'm not British either, therefore, I can't possibly own Sherlock and company.
It Was Just a Magic Trick
Epilogue
Three weeks later...Oak Park Cemetery.
"Hello John. Well, I know you can't hear me, but I need to say this anyway. You don't and never knew me, but I knew you, and I must say goodbye to the John I knew and cared for. In my dream, this was my grave I saw you standing over. But here, in this world, it is yours. Mycroft once told me that caring was not an advantage. But the version of you that I knew, you made me care, and I'm glad you did." Sherlock paused to wipe the tears that were beginning to fall.
"I told you once that I wasn't a hero. What I didn't say was that you were the hero; my hero. I'm sure there were times you didn't think I was human, but you were for me. You were the best man and human… human being I've ever known, and no-one will ever convince me that you were a lie, that our friendship never existed." the forlorn detective gave up trying to wipe away his tears, and simply let them fall.
"I was so alone, and I owe you so much. You were my best friend and you made me become more human. You were real to me and you changed my life. I can never thank you enough for that," Sherlock choked out.
"I rarely ever say please, and I've never said it to you before. But please, John. Don't. Be. Dead. Please don't let our friendship, the Work...our life together...don't let it all be just a magic trick." Sherlock turned and walked away, unable to look at the black and gold marble gravestone any longer.
Here lies
Captain John Hamish Watson, RAMC
August 10, 1975 - October 11, 2009
Beloved son and brother
Dedicated doctor and soldier
AN: Yes, I made up those dates for John. No, I don't know why I keep writing all these sad fics. Well, I hope you liked it.
