Until the End

by DeductionWizard

Each of the characters find there's something they cannot accept or overcome and leave notes to someone significant to them as they breathe their last breaths to find peace. Triggers: mentions of drug usage and themes of suicide DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock nor do I make money from this. Sherlock is the sole property of SACD and Moftiss 6/6 chapters uploaded COMPLETED

5. Hudson's Angels

My Angels,

I am ill. Fatally actually and the doctor is surprised I've made it this long. Not even the herbals and the tea are helping anymore. I had planned to tell you all three days after Sherlock died. Of course, his death was surprising and not actually in accordance with what I had planned but you live and learn I suppose. The thing is, once Sherlock had passed, I didn't think it was a good time but his brother passed a year later when I finally thought you all might be able to handle the news of my illness. Then John died an hour before I was going to call you all over. And then Greg and I'm all alone. I haven't any tenants anymore. I couldn't keep them without Sherlock. The complaints about him had become a game and neither I nor they felt whole without him here anymore. As I write this, or rather dictate it because I'm dying and all that, I picture your sweet faces and smile knowing that I'll see them in person again soon. I'm in Bart's and I've got Molly writing as I dictate. She's a sweet girl. I wish Sherlock had given her a chance but I'm also glad he didn't because she's better off without him and he and John are so suited together. I remember Mycroft and Greg's wedding just like it was yesterday but I can't remember yesterday. You can't tell but I chuckled dears. Of course, that set off a coughing fit but I can't help it. I'm going to die. I…I can't let go of London. Who will remember Sherlock after I've gone? Sherlock? I can feel your presence. Help an old woman leave her body will you?

The nurse leapt up and clicked off the monitor. She heard a soft thank you beside her and cried as she smoothed the elderly woman's hair from her face. She folded up the letter and slipped it into an envelope like the sweet caretaker had asked. Molly Hooper's twin Jennifer would be here later to collect the letter to bring to the graves. Molly lived in Wales and was engaged. Had been gone since Greg had passed. Elizabeth shook her head and lightly patted Mrs. Hudson's hand before stepping out of the room to tell the doctor of her passing. The time on her watch said 8:35pm on a rainy November evening.