A/N: I don't know. You'll either find this chapter really cheesy (hopefully not) or extremely heart breaking :( Either way, please don't forget to review/follow/favourite! This is the penultimate chapter, just sayin', so you can go check out my other stories if you like! Enjoy :)

She led him up onto the roof of St Bart's with the only instruction being, 'take your time'.

John lingered. This morning he woke up in the arms of Sherlock, happy as could be, and tonight he was to lose his lover and his only proper friend at the same time.

"John, you're not making this any easier for me," Sherlock whispered, wondering if John could hear the sound of his heart breaking.

"It's not easy for me either, you know. You leaving our life behind. You leaving me behind. It feels like my life started when you turned up, Sherlock." A small tear slid down his cheek and he felt his voice catch when he said his friend's name. "I had nothing before that, you know? I was just searching for answers that never came to light. Then the light came and it was you. And as I grew closer to you there was nothing else but the light. You are my life, Sherlock. But, as soon as you jump off that building, the candle is going to blow out and I'll be left in the darkness and I just can't see a world without you. So that's why I'm coming with you."

"John, no," Sherlock protested, but John was determined now.

"Just... let me talk. We'll jump together and that way I won't need to know a life without light. 'Cause you'll be in heaven with me, right?"

"Well... I've been reliably informed that it's hell I'm going to," Sherlock sniffed.

"Heaven, hell, whatever. As long as I'm with you." John stepped towards Sherlock and they stood on the edge together, face to face, gripping each other's arm.

"God, oh God, John. I'm scared. I'm so scared." Sherlock's golden eyes darted to the ground many metres below them where Molly and Mrs Hudson stood, preparing themselves for the chain of events that was about to unfold.

"Me too," John's grey-blue eyes met Sherlock's golden ones and in that moment they could have stepped down and walked back home, pretended all of this had never happened and live the life that they had seen. But they knew they couldn't. It wasn't their destiny for that to happen.

"Do you... do you remember that film that we watched together a long time ago? Les Misérables, yes. 'To love another person is to see the face of God', right? Well, I love you, Sherlock Holmes."

"I love you too, John Watson."

And they took the fall.

"Is that... is that John up there as well?" Mrs Hudson whispered. "My John, Sherlock. My boys, what are they doing?" She buried her head in Molly's shoulder, great sobs racking her body as she contemplated a life without her adopted sons.

Then, without warning, the two bodies, interlocked as one, fell to the ground. A sickening snap echoed about the streets. It took a moment to register what had just happened before the chaos started. People rushed to the men's side trying to help. Ambulances screamed around the corner. Molly could hear cries of shock and wails of horror. She had assisted this. What if it didn't work? What if it was all for nothing and Molly could never get the Doctor back?

Mrs Hudson pressed the silver fob watch into her palm and watched her toss it around her long fingers before it finally rested between her fingers, her thumb poised and ready to press the button.

The she pressed it.

The engraved front flipped up and golden light shot out, making its way to Sherlock instinctively. The others stepped back to watch as Sherlock Holmes became the Doctor.

When it seemed as if all of the light had disappeared into the Doctor, the body on the pavement was still motionless. It hadn't worked. He's never coming back. What's going to happen? Molly ran over to his side, frantically shaking him, slapping his cheeks to get any sign of life out of him. She even tried the kiss of life (she knew it wouldn't work but it was worth a try, wasn't it?).

And suddenly he shot up off the ground as several people screamed with horror and most of the crowd disappeared quickly after that. He looked down at his clothes in disgust. "What on earth am I wearing, Molly? I told you to make sure I had a good dress sense, didn't I?" Molly shook her head, still in shock. "Of course I didn't, I always leave something out, don't I?" She nodded shyly. "Molly, what on earth's wrong?"

"I just..." she could say no more as she was engulfed in a huge hug by the Doctor and she breathed in his warmth that had taken a long time coming. But he pulled away too soon, nodding to the ambulance that wailed around the corner, containing John.

"John Watson, one of the bravest men I know," he started. Molly wondered how he knew that John was brave. "I know because I still have all of Sherlock's memories, emotions..."

"You still... love John?" Molly whispered, fearing the worst; that she had been utterly and completely abandoned by the love of her life, that all of those months alone had been for nothing.

"Not anymore, Molly, don't worry," he murmured. Molly smiled sadly up at him, a small tear glided down her cheek, followed by another one and another. John had been her friend too, and she felt the same sadness for him as she would for any other man. Then she remembered his embarrassing watch collection which just sent more and more tears loose.

All this time she'd been self-centred and greedy, only wanting her Doctor back, treating the Time Lord like a possession that was hers and hers alone. She didn't even care about John's feelings when she snapped at him; she treated him with resentment just because he was in love. Then, egotistically, she separated him from his true love which caused him to want to kill himself. Suddenly a wave of anguish and guilt flooded over her. She'd shown nothing but hostility and greed; traits which she had inherited from her mother, for sure. She had a lot of growing up to do before she was worthy for the Doctor after all.

"I'm not worthy for you, Doctor," she said, putting distance between them. "I'm ashamed of what I've done. I've killed a man." A great sob racked her body and her face was etched with regret. "All that John ever showed me was kindness and warmth. Oh, God." She buried her head in her hands, tears now streamed steadily down her face which was red and puffed up from the crying.

Then he kissed her. Their lips crashed together like waves onto jagged rocks. Molly felt the warmth of his body as he pulled her closer to him, embracing her tightly as if he would never let her go. It was like the world had been lifted off her shoulders and no longer did she regret anything because the Doctor was here and everything would be okay. She lifted her hands up to his head, lacing her fingers in his ebony curls, enjoying the moment that she had wished for in every second since he had left.