"I needed to jump." Sherlock whispered as he recalled the day he died. "If not, Lestrade, you and Mrs Hudson would die." He looked to his best friend who stood, unmoving
"So, I jumped." Sherlock finished. His face was emotionless but there was an unnoticed sorrow in his eyes.
"Sherlock…" Johns face was hard "But for 3 years you were dead." Sherlock nearly gave out a pained whimper "But I will forgive you." he looked up "Even after everything you've done, if you give me one reason."
"One?" Sherlock tilted his head
"Just one. I'll forgive you for the pain you've caused me, the agony" John emphasised the last word making his friend wince.
This is my chance He thought My only chance to get John back. He thought about it until his brain gave a hard kick
"You miss it" he blurted but John didn't look that convinced
"Miss what?" he questioned
"The days we used to have together. The Cases. The Adrenaline"
Double Homicide! Oh, It's Christmas!
"Stop it" John hissed as deeply buried memories flooded back into his head
No, I've gotten this far. Sherlock pressed on
"The Criminals we used to Apprehend. You're Heart Hammering against your ribs and thundering in your ears. All those memories we made."
"Stop it. I said stop."
'Afghanistan or Iraq?'
'The name is Sherlock Holmes and the Address is 221B Baker Street.'
'You had a Row with a Machine?'
'Sort of. It just sat there and I hurled abuse at it.'
'What's it like to live with him? Hellish I imagine.'
'Oh I'm never Bored.'
'What are we doing here? Here to see the Queen?'
'Oh Apparently Yes!'
'I don't have Friends. I've just got one.'
'Alone is what I have. Alone protects me.'
'No. Friends protect people.'
'Goodbye, John.'
'SHERLOCK!'
"Come on, John. The thrill of the Chase, the blood pumping through your veins. You and Me, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. Just the two of us, against the rest of the world!"