I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Who
I touched the door to what used to be John's room," Mrs. Hudson, I may be gone a while." I shouted absentmindedly.
"I know, you said already, Dear. Where are you going again?" she asked from downstairs.
"Switzerland with Mycroft." I lied as I took out my phone and texted Mycroft.
Going away on trip.
Don't try to find or follow me.
I'll call in a week.
SH
The Doctor had told me that I could text anytime I wanted or call. Suddenly the lump rose in my throat again. I slowly opened John's door and walked to the closet. His old sweater hung over the back of his chair. I picked it up and held it to my nose. I inhaled all that was left of my best friend and collapsed to the floor. I couldn't see through the tears. I blinked and they started to fall.
I started to sob and shake uncontrollably. I couldn't see or move or even think. I was somehow on my side and was crying loudly to myself, running myself hoarse.
I don't know when they got there but I was in Rose Tyler's arms now. She was running her hand through my hair.
I sat with my hand in his hair for a while, trying to comfort him. He cried, yelled, screamed, went hoarse and sobbed until he had no more tears to shed. Finally he sat up and wiped his face clear, sniffed a little and put the sweater on the bed. He slowly stood from the floor and stood in the doorway. He put a hand on the doorway and looked at it for a long time.
Suddenly he turned to the Doctor and I back in the bedroom and a grin split his face," Ready to go?" He asked with a new enthusiasm
"Yesss!" The Doctor let out.
So sad! :'(
Longer Chapters to come!