A/N: I know darlings this chapter is short, but I couldn't add anymore to it and it didn't really feel right connected with any other events.
It was just over a month since the fall. Between John and Mrs. Hudson's I Believe in Sherlock campaign and Greg and Mycroft's investigations, the name of Sherlock Holmes had been cleared. They had finally proven to the world that James Moriarty was indeed an insane criminal mastermind instead of a down on his luck actor. After the story had hit the papers, John had removed himself from 221B to avoid the press swarm that would descend on the flat.
The day before John had promised to visit Sherlock's grave Mycroft had informed him that he was suing Kitty Riley for libel. John had been ambiguous to this news, no amount of money would bring Sherlock back but at least the world knew about the lies the vile reporter had spread.
There were people out there that still believed Sherlock was a fraud, contrary to the overwhelming evidence that said different. Those people commented on John's blog daily trying to convince him that he was wrong about Sherlock.
Mrs. Hudson was walking away to give John some time on his own with the gravestone. He just stood there, the words his therapist had said weeks ago running through his head.
"You need to get it out"
"The stuff that you wanted to say, but didn't say it. Say it now."
John had refused to say these things then, Sherlock's death was still too fresh in his mind. These days John was having nightmares that all ended with Sherlock jumping off of St. Bart's roof and him waking up screaming, but he refused to see his therapist again because she would want him to move on and moving on meant letting go of Sherlock. John refused to let go of the man he loved, but he had to try something. In hopes that it would help the nightmares end, John turned to the headstone to speak out loud some of the things he bottled to himself.
"Umm, mmm You…You told me once that you weren't a hero. Um, there were times where I didn't even think you were human, but let me tell you this. You were the best man and the most human…human being that I've ever known, and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. That's so. There." John moved forward and touched his hand to the gravestone. "I was so alone, and I owe you so much."
John started walking away from the gravestone to find Mrs. Hudson, but he stopped and looked back at the gravestone; he had to let out one last thing.
"Now, please, there's just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don't be…..Dead." John said barely choking out the last word. "Would you do that just for me? Just stop it, stop this."
John sniffed back the tears threatening to spill over. He rubbed his eyes and gathered himself. Standing to attention, John gave a short nod to the gravestone and turned on his heel, marching to where Mrs. Hudson was waiting for him.
Several feet away, hidden amongst some trees, Sherlock pressed his hand to the ear bud receiver that was connected to the bug at his grave. He watched John's progress away from his gravestone. Sherlock wanted to run up to the little blonde, pull him into an embrace and never let go; but there was still a fair bit of Moriarty's web Sherlock had to take down. All he could do was whisper to the wind; half hoping it would carry his promise to his love.
"I will John."
