Hi :) Last ever chapter of A Team, thank you to everyone that's read or reviewed, means so much! Enjoy :D
Angels to fly
Everyone in the world is a patchwork of the events and feelings in their lives, and Sherlock Holmes was no exception. He had lived a more colourful life than most, which was probably why he was a more colourful person. He was the different stages of his life combined. He was the young troubled boy who loved his older brother before he was abandoned. He was the high student with an annoying and perhaps life altering roommate. He was the homeless junkie who had a not quite friend called Angel. He was the wasted genius who would constantly run into a certain Detective Inspector. He was the detoxing brother who would defensively throw kettles. All the people he had been smashed together to create the consulting detective with an ex-military flat mate and was easily bored, who liked tea, who disliked idiots, who would help Lestrade in return for the times he had helped him, who was John Watson's best friend, who was Molly Hooper's crush, who was James Moriarty's nemesis, who was Mycroft Holmes's arch enemy and who never seemed to have enough milk.
If you had approached Sherlock at any previous time in his life and asked if he was happy (not that anyone bothered to) he would have most likely replied in the negative. But even thought the man was made up of all those unhappy people, he would now say yes. Because now he had John and multiple cases to keep his mind occupied, and he didn't need the drugs anymore. It was a simple sum for happiness and Sherlock chose to enjoy every minute of it, because you never know when something else might enter the equation.
To fly
As Sherlock looked over the edge he thanked (not God, he didn't believe in an almighty being that looked over the earth) some unknowable deity for the life he had. He was sincerely hoping he was going to continue it, but if he was even slightly off angle…his faked death might turn out real. He took a deep breath before calling John. He tried to stay calm but was failing badly. Even if he did survive, his happiness would surely be shattered, along with that of everyone who knew him and believed him to be dead. He would be forced to remain in hiding until he could eradicate every one of Moriarty's assassins. He tried to choke down his tears.
To fly
John was shouting his name through the mobile but Sherlock hung up and tossed the phone to the side. He deafened himself to John's protests, spread out his arms and fell. And all the different Sherlock's fell with him.
For angels to die
I'm not going to lie, I wrote this while almost asleep so tell me if it doesn't make any sense :S Thank you so much to everyone that reviewed, special thanks to phanpiggy who reviewed almost every chapter of this :D If you wanna tell me what you think of the story, you know what to do! Goodbye!