John had left him again.
But that was alright.
For the first time, Sherlock would finally be able to follow.
He only had to wait a few more years, as his body aged and his mind slowed.
Lestrade left him a few years before, and Molly outlasted them all. In the last few years of his life, Sherlock lived with her, and he endured the visits with the frankly alarming amount of grandchildren she and Lestrade possessed with both patience and dignity.
He most certainly did not get in a shouting match with a four year old.
If Molly said he did, she was lying.
… …
Sherlock didn't get sick.
He didn't have a sense of his impending death. In fact, he had no intention at all of dying. He had even promised to look at some police files for Lestrade's oldest daughter, who was a rising star at New Scotland Yard.
But first he had to take a nap.
He tired very easily these days.
Sherlock never woke up.
… …
Hello, the soul of Sherlock said in confused recognition. I believe I know you.
You do, the soul of John Watson (and many others before him) said, sounding pleased. I was afraid you would have forgotten.
How could I forget? The soul of Sherlock asked. I've been chasing after you for close to two thousand years.
And I waited, the soul of John assured him. I thought we might like to go together.
Divinity? the soul of Sherlock asked in wonder. I can finally return?
We can, the soul of John corrected him. We have been split for far too long.
Yes, the soul of Sherlock agreed. I would like very much to be whole once again.
The soul of Sherlock started forward, ready to join Divinity, but paused when the soul of John remained still.
Coming, my dear Watson? Sherlock asked.
Of course, John assured him. Just…remembering for a moment. Thank you, Sherlock. For this life and all the others before.
I'm glad you finally remember, Sherlock admitted. Now, shall we?
The two souls joined Divinity.
They were never parted again.
(This is the end. I hope you enjoyed it!)