Hey there! This is it! Well, not the end, but one of the keypoints of this story. I usually don't do this, but I just read the story Amazing
www. fanfiction s/9041997/1/Amazing (you just need to delete the spaces)
and I was just crying and everyone who likes to hurt themselves with slight Johnlock (if you wear goggles) after Sherlock's death should absolutely read it! Anyway, here's the next chapter :)
Cassie
Smiling, I took the key out of my pocket and slid it into the lock of 221.
I knocked three times lightly on Mrs Hudson's door, our now usual sign of saying hi. I could hear Sherlock and John, clearly they were having an argument, but I couldn't understand them. As hard as I tried, the stairs creaked a bit as I carefully walked up the old steps. Sherlock and I had a competition, I always tried to come up the stairs without him noticing, but, of course, that was nearly impossible. Sherlock and John got louder as I got nearer to their door, and the voices became clearer. I stopped, my hand hovering over the handle, when I heard my name and listened, even unconsciously holding my breath.
"How could you do this to Cassie, Sherlock?" John shouted.
"It was an experiment!" Sherlock hissed furiously.
"An experiment? What was?" John asked, confused.
"Her! I wanted to know if someone could love me, someone else than the woman! It started just because I wanted to know!" Sherlock exploded. I felt my hand drop, I felt something wet on my cheeks and realised after a few moments, that I was crying. So that was how he saw me. "I love you, Cassie Floyd." I heard his voice in my mind. Love. Yes sure. He loved the experiment.
"Are you... Are you telling me that you don't love her?" John shouted, and as Sherlock tried to interrupt, John wouldn't let him talk.
"Are you saying that you pretended, that you faked your 'feelings' for her? That you, if she finds out, broke her heart for fun?" Sweet, protective, caring John.
I wiped my eyes furiously and stormed down the stairs, not even bothering to be quiet. Should they hear me. I felt fury rolling in waves through me. How could Sh- he do this? But I was grateful, too. Because of John I had found out. Better broken-hearted than wasting even more time with a liar.
Sherlock
"Are you saying that you pretended, that you faked your 'feelings' for her? That you, if she finds out, broke her heart for fun?" John screamed at Sherlock, furiously.
Suddenly, Sherlock noticed something. His eyes widened and he looked at the door in shock.
"She just did, John." He whispered, his voice broken.
John looked at him, confused, until he heared someone running down the stairs.
"Oh god..." He said quietly.
Sherlock nearly kicked himself. The quiet creaking of the steps, why on earth did he dismiss that sound?
"No, I didn't. Not in the end." He answered John's questions, then grabbed both his coat and scarf, and without putting them on, he ran couldn't see Cassie, so while he tried to figure out where she was, he quickly puton his coat and scarf, then he started to run.
There she was, in front of him, maybe a hundred metres. She turned right into another dark alleyway, even further away from the main road.
"Cassie, wait! Please!" Sherlock stopped and turned around. Her eyes were red of crying, her face wet because of the tears and the heavy rain that had started to fall. Sherlock ran even faster and caught up with her.
"I'm sorry." Sherlock said, seriously meaning it.
"I don't believe you!" She screamed, her voice about two octaves higher than normal.
Then she turned and ran again. Sherlock alost groaned. He needed her to stop, he needed to explain...
"Cassie! Wait, please! Let me explain!" Sherlock shouted and ran after her, quickly catching up with her. He gripped her arm and in the next second he could feel the pain in his face of her hair hitting him as she whirled around.
Out of reflex he losened his grip, and she yanked her arm away. She was shivering violently, tears streaming down her face.
"What?" She spat out, and Sherlock very nearly flinched. That, and that she didn't want him to touch her hurt. Hurt a lot.
Sherlock looked at her and knew that he had to be careful. He held his hands up in surrender and hoped she would understand that he wanted to explain, but knew he had made a mistake when her eyes narrowed. Damn, she thinks about the small girl... he thought to himself.
"Please, Cassie... I love you, I'm sorry." He said to her, trying to calm her down.
"It was fake. Everything was fake! I hate you! I don't want to see you ever again!" Cassie screamed, and Sherlock felt his heart break. He knew when people told the truth, and Cassie did.
"Cassie..." he whispered, broken.
She whipped around again, wiping her eyes and ran towards the now near main road. Without looking back, she stumbled slightly as she ran onto the street.
"Cassie!" Sherlock shouted, when he saw a speeding car hitting Cassie. She flew through the air and landed in a heap on the streat. And in that moment Sherlock's broken heart shattered into a thousand pieces.
Sherlock ran towards her, and when she didn't move, he put two of his long fingers on her neck. There! The pulse was faint, but fairly steady. He looked around, then pulled out his phone and called and ambulance. He didn't dare move her at all, in case her spine was damaged, but stood tall so the cars would see them in the middle of the road.
Cassie finally found out. Don't ask me why Sherlock and John were having that conversation and who started it, because I have no idea ;)
Next chapter is already planned, I just have to type it. Please review!