This is it! Last chapter! Not sure if that's good or bad, but there will be tons more Roselocks fics so there's that. :)
Sherlock was at it again. Standing at the window, but not staring at the city. His head was turned up, slightly and John knew his friend was staring at the night sky. At the stars. It was strange to see this side of his flat mate. This human side of him. At another time John would've smiled. He would've taken this as evidence that Sherlock wasn't the machine he claimed to be, but that was before Rose. Before the stars.
In the months before Sherlock became obsessed with her. Rose Tyler. A woman John never met, but somehow managed to become important to the detective. At first she was background. Showing up after cases. Presenting a mystery.
Greg thought she was Sherlock's girlfriend. Something the detective adamantly denied. Then he went to her flat and soon after everything changed.
Sherlock stopped talking about her and whenever John mentioned her or asked about her his friend would abruptly change the subject. Then came the nonsense about the stars and John started to think Sherlock finally snapped.
Stars going out.
That just wasn't possible. Stars didn't disappear. Sherlock claimed that was the case. That the stars, that entire universes vanished and somehow the detective was the only person on earth who remembered. Sherlock, the Sherlock John knew, didn't believe in such nonsense.
He knew what it was. Moriarty. Getting inside Sherlock's head. His friend claimed to be above human emotion, but even Superman could fall.
"All right there?" John asked.
Instead of answering Sherlock picked up his violin and bow. The melody that filled the room was a haunted tale of loss, of loneliness, that seemed to speak of other worlds. John sighed, deciding to turn in. Moriarty would stand trial tomorrow and at least one of them needed some sleep.
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