Chapter 19
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The screen changed to a new recording. John and Sherlock were sat on a picnic blanket in the garden with pieces of paper, leaning on books and colouring in some pictures.
"Aawww." Molly said and then blushed and sank into her seat.
Hamish walked out of the house and jogged over to the boys. He sat between them and looked at the pictures.
"What are you two doing?" he asked.
"I'm writing and John is drawing. I want to write in a lot of colours. I'm writing our letter to Jack and John is drawing a picture for him." Sherlock explained.
"I think he would really like that." Hamish said.
"Did mummy get a tree to plant in the garden?" John asked.
"Yes, It's an oak tree, like you wanted. And I dug a hole where you wanted me to. Come and get changed when you're ready." Hamish said kindly and kissed Sherlock and John's heads and then jogged back inside. Harry and Mycroft ran out and straight to the blanket.
"You can play with us if you want." Harry said.
"We're busy." Sherlock stated.
"Well... we were just thinking that, whenever you ask us to play with you we always say no... and we feel bad. So, you can if you want to!" Mycroft said uneasily.
"We're busy." Sherlock said again.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked.
"We're going to give Jack a funeral." John said.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because he deserves one, he was a kind man and we want to say goodbye." Sherlock said.
"Oh, okay." Mycroft said and he and Harry ran off to play tennis in another part of the garden.
Sherlock looked over to John just as John looked up at him. They smiled at each other.
"It's alright, it's okay now." Sherlock said.
John smiled weakly and looked down "No it's not." He said quietly.
The adult Sherlock and John looked at each other.
"Trigger a memory?" Moriarty's face appeared.
Then a new recording played.
John and Sherlock were in a massive science lab and were the same age as they are now.
John looked panicked and pale.
"It's alright. It's okay now." Sherlock said.
"NO IT'S NOT!" John shouted.
The screen faded and the recording changed to Sherlock and John in little shirts and blazers and smart trousers.
They were in the garden and behind them stood Rose, Mycroft and Harry.
Sherlock and John watched as Hamish planted the tree. Once he had finished he stood next to Rose and Sherlock and John took a step toward the small tree.
John put his drawing at the foot of it. The camera zoomed in. It was of a picture of Jack, holding Sherlock and John's hands that stood on either side of him. There was one word written on it 'Goodbye.' It read.
Then John stood and Sherlock held out his letter so both of them could see it.
Sherlock began
"Dear Jack,
John and I want to tell you how much we owe you. You were a very brave man. We didn't know you for long, but I think we knew you at your best. I'm sorry you had to die, it's very sad. But we planted this red oak tree so that we can remember you. Thank you for keeping me and my brother safe, it means more to me than anything. John wants to say something too. I hope you are happy in heaven, now. Thank you.
Love from, Sherlock."
Sherlock read and then looked over to John.
John cleared his throat.
"I haven't really prepared anything, because Sherlock was always better at writing than me. But I know that you're the kind of person who wouldn't mind. So I'll speak from the heart. Thank you, Jack. You were really kind and brave and nice. You are one of the best people in the world. And if I grow up and even become a bit like you then I'll be happy. Thank you for being nice to Sherlock, even when he did his deductions on you... some people can be really mean, but you weren't. I hope you are really happy wherever you are. And I hope we will see each other again."
John's voice cracked and Sherlock put an arm around him.
John took a deep breath "Thank you... love from, John." John said and then turned around and hugged Sherlock.
Sherlock held on tightly and both twins cried a little bit. The unusual thing was that neither parent stepped forward. Rose and Hamish knew that what John and Sherlock needed right now, was each other.
John and Sherlock pulled away and began walking away. Half way up the garden John took Sherlock's hand and they walked into the house sadly.
"I hope they'll be okay." Rose whispered.
"They will be. This is Sherlock and John we're talking about, they're stronger than anyone I know." Hamish said.
"Are they though?" Moriarty laughed and said "One more clip, the final separation, and then we can get to my little plan. I can hardly wait!" Moriarty said.
"Why are you telling us this?" Sherlock asked.
"Because I know you haven't worked it out yet. So I can say this and you will just get more and more annoyed that you don't know." Moriarty said.
Author's note: Sorry that this chapter was so short, but I have exams coming up and I just wanted you to have a little something to read. Please review! Thank you!