Reflections and Moving On

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sherlock fanfiction. John watched Sherlock jump from the roof of St. Barts. How is he after?

Submitted: January 27, 2014

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Submitted: January 27, 2014

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Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, or the song Say Something by A Great Big World, I do however, own my creativity.

 

A/N: First ever Sherlock fic. May be OOC a bit.. I tried?

 

Warnings: hints of Johnlock… depends how you read it.

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Say something, I’m giving up on you.

 

This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening. The man I care about most is standing above me, on top of St. Barts. My heart stops, time freezes. Sherlock Holmes, do not do anything stupid.

 

“What’s going on?”

“An apology… I invented Moriarty.”

“Why are you saying this?”

“I’m a fake...I created Moriarty for my own purpose.”

“Okay, shut up, Sherlock, shut up!”

“I researched you before we met, I discovered everything I could to impress you”

“No, stop it now!”

 

It’s all whirling through my head, it won’t stop. Why is he doing this? Why?

 

“This phonecall, it’s my note, it’s what people do, don’t they? Leave a note.”

“Leave a note when?”

“Goodbye, John.”

 

I watched him jump, I watched him fall.

 

And I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you

 

Running towards Sherlock’s lifeless body had to have been the slowest moments in my life. What just happened? Why did it happen? The man I cared about, no, the man I loved just fell to his death. My best friend, Sherlock Holmes just fell to his death.

 

And anywhere I would’ve followed you.

 

I was his blogger, “I’d be lost without my blogger.” Where Sherlock was, I was, someone had to watch the idiot’s back… my idiot’s back. Coming back from Afghanistan and adjusting back into civillian life was a struggle, little to nothing to live on, London wasn’t the place to be, but meeting Sherlock is arguably the best thing that happened to me.

 

“You’re a doctor, in fact, you’re an army doctor.”

“Yes.”

“Any good?”

“Very good.”

“Seen a lot of injuries then, violent deaths.”

“Hm, yes.”

“Bit of trouble too, I bet.”

“Of course, yes. For a lifetime, far too much.”

“Want to see some more?”

“Oh god, yes.”

 

The adventures started there.

 

Say something I’m giving up on you.

 

A few years have passed since the fall, I still hear people say ‘I believe in Sherlock Holmes’. Years of silence, years of lonliness, years of trying to move on. Right now, I’ve decided that I need to move on, I need to stop thinking about the past.

 

It’s just the blogger now.

 

You’re the one that I love.

 

It was never said, those three words, I love you, but actions always did speak louder than words between Sherlock and I. We took care of one another in one way or another. I had his back, he had mine.

 

All lives end, all hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage.

 

Mycroft was right.

 

And I’m saying goodbye.

 


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