You Just Can't Without a Heart"I don't even know where to begin..." John started, pacing the room in front of Sherlock, who was sitting in his arm chair, legs pulled to his chest and his eyes trained on John. "...I mean... You left for a week! I didn't know where in bloody hell you were and I was worried sick! I though someone had you, or worse, I thought you were dead!"You Just Can't Without a Heart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"John..." Sherlock started, his voice low and almost quiet. It was so uncharacteristically like Sherlock to be quiet.
"Stop," John cut him off, holding his hand out to stop Sherlock. "Can you just tell me where you've -been-?!"
Sherlock shook his head, looking down at the floor.
"And why -not-, Sherlock?" John asked, stopping in front of him and crossing his arms, looking at Sherlock down his nose.
"Because, John, I just.... Just can't..." Sherlock said slowly, standing and walking over to John, placing a hand on his arm and getting closer. "Can you understand."
"N-no! I c-can't!" John forced out, shoving the rapid heart rate and struggled breathin
Height Limits - One-ShotHeight Limits - One-Shot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He said he would follow him. Stick with him until the very end.
Sherlock was dead and there was no more Scotland Yard. No more back alley chases. No. Not anymore.
John opened the door to the roof of St. Bart's. He walked slowly memorising every little detail. If he stared long enough he could see the body of James Moriarty, gun in hand. Dead.
He couldn't believe that Sherlock only jumped off that building three years ago.
He walked to the edge of the building and looked over. It was higher than he remembered seeing but he was too busy at the time watching his best friend fall to his death.
This was the end. John was going to follow him where ever Sherlock went even if it meant off the edge of the building.
John looked at the cars. There were several cabs still at the stop-lights. As John looked at the cabs he smiled to himself. On the roofs of the cabs were letters that spelled out.
'I believe in John Watson SH'
John turned around and came face to face with the worlds onl
Johnlock: How To FlyJohnlock: How To Fly3 years ago in Drama More Like This
How To Fly
"Don't do it, John."
My feet were centimetres from the edge, but my mind couldn't've been further from the insinuation. I cringed inwardly at the voice, pivoting from the bridge railing and glaring at Mycroft. "I wasn't, though now that you're here " I shifted one foot backwards.
The disdain written so clearly on his face mirrored my own. "There are times you are deplorably predictable."
"And why would you even care to think about that?" I turned back to the railing, slouching on it again. "Why are we even talking at all? I seem to remember telling you to never contact me again after your fist got my stomach."
There was a slight rustling behind me; he was uncomfortable at the memory of our scuffle a few years ago too. Good.
"You've displayed odd behavior the closer the yearly mark nears."
I didn't want to ask what that meant. "Nice. Do I need to debug my flat? Again? Prick." I