Here it is, the last chapter. Serious angst. MCD. And my deepest apologies for doing this to you guys...
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By the time they were airborne it was dark enough to travel safely, and by the time they reached London it was lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Oh!" John breathed, entranced by the view below him.
Sherlock chuckled.
"And you thought the night sky was beautiful."
"Git!" He looked down. "Wait, is that…?"
"Baker Street, John."
Against his will John felt nostalgic tears trickle down his cheeks as Sherlock took them on a tour of the town they had worked hard to keep safe.
Feeling John shiver he turned and headed back to East Sussex.
"Going home?" John asked
"Yes John, going home." Sherlock's voice was soft, almost wistful.
As they reached the clearing outside their cottage he realised John was no longer holding him tightly. He looked round just in time to catch the doctor as he slid from his back, lowering him gently to the floor.
"John?" he looked down at the pale, peaceful face, and he knew that his best and only friend was gone.
Looking slowly around, he came to a decision. He didn't want to stay here alone.
The flames took hold of the cottage immediately. Sherlock picked up John's body, and holding him close walked into the burning building, hoping the noise of the falling timbers would cover the sound of his heart breaking.