Sorry it's suck a short chapter, but the next one is REALLY long!
"Sherlock, stay with–stay with me!" you cry in frustration. You feel his pulse, and then start CPR. "Stay. With. Me." You cry in between each time you pound his chest. Paramedics run down the stairs, and place Sherlock on a gurney. Another paramedic holds you back from running to him. She lets you go as soon as they're up the stairs, and you run.
They won't let you in the ambulance, but the police car with John and Lestrade takes you to Scotland Yard.
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"Please let me go see him" you bed Lestrade. They let you shower, and gave you a change of clothes–a gray crewneck t-shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers.
"He's still in intensive care, the only person who can go see him is Mycroft." John explained.
"Can't you make an exception? I work directly under the Prime Minister, for lord's sake, I should be allowed some diplomatic rights!"
"Sophie, you can't see him."
"What if he's dying?" You yell at Lestrade. "I didn't get to tell him I loved him back!"
"You can't see him!" John yells at you, the first time you have ever heard him raise his voice. Taken aback, you sit down at Lestrade's desk. Lestrade is leaning against the door, whole John sits in the chair in front of Lestrade's desk.
"When can I see him?" you finally ask, when you're not crying. John and Lestrade share a quick glance, but you don't see.
"When he's ready." Lestrade says to you. "I'll take you home, Sophie. He'll call you when he's ready."
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Lestrade drops you off at your flat in his patrol car and checks all the doors and windows to make sure they're locked.
"Get some rest, go to work, and relax. Sherlock will call you." Lestrade pats your shoulder, and leaves your flat with Sherlock's coat, blazer and scarf.
You curl up on the couch with your face in the pillow, which still smelled like Sherlock's shampoo. Sobbing, you hold it tight to your body
Sherlock doesn't call.
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The next day
You haven't slept. You call Sherlock, but it goes straight to voicemail after just two rings.
Looking back, you remember your month-long relationship with Sherlock. The dates, the cases he would let you in on, the late-night meetups, the steamy romances in your rooms.
You have asked for a leave off of work.
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One Month Later
You have been worrying. But what kills your worry is when you see a TV report about Sherlock being a fake, and committing suicide by jumping off the roof of St. Bart's hospital.
You think about calling John, but neither he, Sherlock or Lestrade has contacted you in a month. And now, Sherlock is dead.
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8 Months Later
You have forgotten Sherlock Holmes, and your new boyfriend of five months has been nothing but supportive of you. Until, of course, you caught him cheating on you.
The pain is intense now, but it will soon be over. Nothing but joy and happiness is coming your way.
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1 Year Later
John and Mary are getting married today. It's the first time you'll be seeing John after almost two years. You hate his guts, but are glad to go to their wedding for Mary's sake. You take Lillian with you, she's good friends with Mary.
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14 Years Later
You quit politics four years ago, after a full term as Prime Minister. You had to help Lillian, since she can't always take care of herself. She developed a nervous system disability, and it didn't help that you were almost never home with her.
One day, while Lillian was out of the house, you decide to take a bath.
You're 42 now, but still look 35. You eat healthy, exercise regularly, and do things to reduce stress, like taking relaxing baths.
There's a knock on the door of your (relatively new) town home (in the nicest neighborhood in London). Grunting, you step out of the warm bath, wrap yourself in a floor-length robe, and run down the two flights of stairs. The doorbell rings.
"I'm coming!" you yell, and open the door.
"Hello, Sophie."