Here be the end. Short, sweet, and to the point. Have fun. THANKS FOR READING! Sherlock and To The Moon do not belong to me! Reviews still welcome!
They arrived at St. Bart's, and Dr. Watts saw no sign of Eva. Sherlock was sitting at his microscope, nothing had happened yet. He ran out into the hall and ran towards the elevator, where he saw Eva standing and waiting for it. "Turn around!" he shouted at her.
She turned and looked at him, "Neil,"
"I know what you are planning to do."
"I know that you know," she replied calmly.
Dr. Watts frowned, "Yeah? Well I know that you know that I kn-"
Dr. Rosalene looked annoyed, "Look, our contract is to send him to the moon," she said. "And the only way for that to happen is if Sherlock is motivated to do so."
"But if that means removing John, then what's the point?! The reason why he even wants to go to the moon in the first place is because he died!" Dr. Watts shouted, getting red in the face.
Eva wasn't moved, she remained calm as ever, "I know. But we are legally bound by the contract to specifically-" she tried to explain but he cut her off.
"Fuck the contract! I didn't take this job to make him miserable, Eva!" He took a minute to try and calm down, however no amount of deep breaths could help him. "I don't know about you, but I signed up to help freakin' geezers die happy."
"Me too. And I like this job." Eva agreed, she approached him and tried to calm him down. "But if we directly go against our legal obligations, we'd be in for court hearings."
Dr. Watts shook his head, "We'll appeal! We know that Sherlock'd be happier to not go to the moon!"
Dr. Rosalene put a hand on his shoulder, "Sherlock would be happier with a lot of alternate life tangents, Neil. We are not here to play God. Our job is to give him what he signed for."
"Well, we happen to know what he wants better than he does!"
Dr. Rosalene forced him to look at her, "Look, I'm only risking losing John because I believe in him, and-" Dr. Watts cut her off once more.
"What do you mean 'risk'?! You're removing her!"
Undeterred, Dr. Rosalene continued what she'd been saying before, "And besides, I will make up for it."
"Make up for it how?" Dr. Watts asked, practically pleading with her not to go through with it. Suddenly the world around them flashed red, signalling that they were losing Sherlock and there wasn't much time left. Dr. Rosalene walked away, glancing over her shoulder, she told Neil not to follow and to trust her. With that, she disappeared again.
Dr. Watts wasn't going to let it go so easily though. He took the elevator to the bottom floor and ran out of the hospital. However instead of running out into the London streets, he ran into another hospital corridor, with zombies in it. Dr. Watts couldn't help but roll his eyes, she was too determinded for her own good.
He shoved his way past them, dodging boulders and spikes that she placed in order to slow him down. He realized after a while that he was running in a continuous loop and that there was no end, however he didn't care. He kept running, and began running into rooms full of memories together. Old John and little John speaking to each other, rabbits hopping down the hall, the sounds of violin and piano music.
Suddenly it ended when Eva called his cell phone, and told him to walk through the door that had just appeared. He arrived on the London streets, and watched as Mike Samford and John Watson just missed each other. Samford returned to St. Bart's, where Sherlock was still sitting at his microscope. "Hey Mike can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine," he asked.
Samford shook his head, "Sorry mate, left it in my jacket."
Sherlock glanced up at him, "Well, how was your lunch? No luck finding me a roommate I see," he said.
"Now Sherlock, I'm sure I can just find you some-"
Sherlock cut him off, as he stood, pulling on his coat and his scarf, "Don't bother Mike, you'll never find a roommate for me. It's impossible. Now I'm going to retrieve my riding crop and then I'm going to find a signal. Later," he said, leaving.
Sherlock retrieved his riding crop and stepped outside, where he was suddenly met by a very familiar looking young man. "Hey, I thought you'd never get out of there, I'm starving!"
"Is Lestrade coming?"
The other man, who looked nearly identical except for his attire and the fact his black curls were cut a great deal shorter than Sherlock's, shook his head, "Nah, he's got some sort of important case about serial suicides. Have you been reading about that?"
They walked down the street together, side by side, and Dr. Watts couldn't believe his eyes, "No Sherringford, I'm too busy to deal with Lestrade's work. I'm sure he'll rally his completely incompetent team together and they'll come up with some sort of story to reassure the public. Now come on, there's a great chinese resturant about four blocks from here."
Dr. Rosalene and Dr. Watts stopped and watched the two men walk out of sight together. "Saving him doesn't justify it," Dr. Watts said.
"He can always find another John, Neil. But he'll only have one twin brother," Dr. Rosalene replied. She nudged him, "Come on, we're in the way."
And so they watched as finally, everything changed. Sherlock Holmes never saw John Watson again after that moment, but since his brother had survived he never forgot him. He remember the promise he'd made, to meet up with John on the moon. So he went for it, using his intellect to fly through school. He never stooped to doing drugs, to everyone's relief. He worked to be an astronaut, though sometimes he did help Lestrade as a consulting detective.
Most of the cases Sherlock and John solved together though, went cold. There was no blog, there were no newspaper articles. Sherringford did write a book about Sherlock though, a famous book that made him a lot of money just like he'd said when they would children. It was about Sherlock Holmes, the stupid astronaut. Mummy Holmes was proud of both her children, and called Sherlock by his name instead of by Sherringford's.
Mycroft still became the british government, however he was much warmer by nature. He loved both his brother, often going out to lunch with them and helping them out with their career paths. Mycroft made all the connections for Sherlock so that he could become a part of NASA, while he paid for Sherringford's university so that he could become a writer. He never grieved, never feared losing his brother, and therefore never had to lock his emotions away. He was incredibly smart, but very open and honest with everyone he met. He married and had a son whom he allowed Sherringford to name Oliver.
So Sherlock made it to NASA, and Dr. Watts felt very sad about it. They followed him around NASA as one of the scientists gave him a tour, finishing in the break room. There was a mission specialist there, named David. Sherlock chatted amiably with him for a moment when suddenly the door opened and a young man walked through the door.
"Ah, and here's our other new recruit. John, right? Good to have you on board!"
The blonde young man in an oatmeal coloured jumped walked over to where Sherlock was standing, smiling and shaking his hand. Sherlock smiled politely, "Hello, I'm Sherlock."
Dr. Rosalene let out a huge sigh of relief, while Dr. Watts nearly punched her. She explained to him then, how since everything was based on Sherlock's memory, John would likely be a part of it. She hadn't been sure, but she'd hoped. And she'd been right, Sherlock and John would go to the moon together.
So they trained to be astronauts together, for years. The song Sherlock had written when John was dying he renamed 'To the moon', and played it in the NASA lounge for John during their free time. John loved the song. Then the day came when it was time for them to go to the moon together. They sat side by side in the in the shuttle together, the doctors watched from a nearby bridge with several people who had been important to Sherlock.
Lestrade and Molly stood togeher, conversing about how amazed they were that Sherlock and John had made it. Mycroft and Sherringford stood together, little Oliver perched on his father's shoulders. Sherringford was telling him how he would have to change the ending to the book he'd written about Uncle Sherlock, since the original ending wasn't very optimistic.
Dr. Rosalene was perched on the edge of the bridge, and somehow convinced Dr. Watts to sit next to her. Together, they watched as the shuttle took off into the sky, sending Sherlock and John to the moon together. From there, everything fell into place. Sherlock and John got married at the lighthouse, and with the money they'd made going to the moon and with help from Sherringford and Mycroft, they built their dream house together. When John got sick, they paid for the treatments and together they grew old together, looking at constellations from the cliff overlooking the lighthouse.
Once the shuttle was out of sight, the two doctors left the memories. However Sherlock kept dreaming, he was going to the moon. John at his side. He felt slightly afraid, however John offered him his hand. He reached out and grasped it tightly, smiling at his best friend. The moon was just coming into view when suddenly, it was over. Sherlock Holmes was dead.