Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 4He was lying in a hospital bed. A machine next to him measured his heart rate, which was going slightly faster than usual. A tube attached to his wrist was feeding him nutrients.Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 4 by crazyzukofangirl1280
And right at his bedside? Holding his hand with an expression of pure ecstasy?
“John…” Sherlock croaked.
Kind, brave, wonderful, brilliant, amazing, John in all his jumper-wearing glory.
The fact that John looked like he hadn't had a proper meal, or a good night rest; both things he nagged Sherlock to do; in a month didn't bother him,
What was important was that John was alive.
Sherlock then tried to hug John. But his limbs were like spaghetti from lack of movement. But John knew what Sherlock wanted and pulled him into an embrace. Sherlock gripped John as tightly as he could. He also shook with light sobs.
The hug didn't last long. John had raised Sherlock’s bed so he could sit up.
“You don’t remember what happened?” John asked
Sherlock, still shaken from the
Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 3Sherlock was now in front of John’s grave. He didn't need to look at the gravestone. But he knew.Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 3 by crazyzukofangirl1280
He just didn't know if you got to say goodbye. Not a grunt of acknowledgement. But a proper goodbye. One you say to someone when you might never see them again.
He was crying. He didn't know where he was, or what time was it. All he knew, was that he was crying.
He doesn't know how long it has been. Ever since Robert visited him, time didn’t have a meaning. It rushed during cases; when he was deducing. But was always painfully slow when there should have been a ‘fantastic’ or ‘amazing’ or ‘brilliant’’. When there should have been John, a second felt like an eternity.
He heard a voice.
“Sherlock, you need to wake up!”
It was so warm, inviting. Achingly familiar.
“Please Sherlock…” the Voice continued, “it’s been almost a month. Give me a sign you are somewhere in there.
Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 2“What?” Sherlock all but yelled “Why didn't he tell me?”Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 2 by crazyzukofangirl1280
“John said he did tell you. But you probably deleted it”
Sherlock’s anger at John vanished, John probably did tell him, but Sherlock deleted it. Why did he take that information as ‘useless’? Why? Why? Why?
Sherlock felt horror pierce through his veins.
“Why are you here?” Sherlock asked. “Why did John tell you to give me a message?”
Robert looked everywhere but at the Consulting Detective.
“Because…” Robert’s voice strained “because…”
Everything came to a screeching halt.
“What?” Sherlock’s voice was small. So so small.
“We got ambushed.” Robert explained, “He got shot, right in the heart, just as backup arrived. By the time we could get to him, nothing could be done.”
Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 1There was a knock at the door.Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 1 by crazyzukofangirl1280
“John?” Sherlock called, as he was in the middle of an experiment.
No answer. John must have left for work. Dull.
Sherlock answered the door. It was a young man, in his mid-20’s. Army. Not high rank. A Private.
“Sherlock Holmes?” the Private asked. His tone was riddled with uncertainty.
“What do you want?” Sherlock asked, “You aren't a client. Yet you are in the army and are wishing to speak to me.”
The young man cleared his throat.
“My name in Private Robert.” He said, voice strained even though he cleared it. “I have a message for you from Captain John Watson. He made me promise I tell you when I came home.”
“What?” Sherlock asked, “When did you speak to him”
“A few weeks ago.” Robert said.
“Why can’t he just tell me?” Sherlock, for a rare moment, was confused.
Robert gave a sigh, with a small laugh.
“He said you woul
NeverNever to be seen again. Never to be heard again. You will never be with him again. Azulas sinister voice echoed in the back of Zukos mind. No matter what he did, he couldnt shake her voice or her threat; even if it was just a dream he had. After all, it was just a dream. It wasnt like it meant anything, right?Never by paintedbluerose
Still, the days passed and the dream continued to haunt Zuko. Not even Irohs calming tea could relax him. Of course, that was because every time he saw his Uncle or anything that reminded him of Iroh, Zukos heart began to break. Eventually, he shook it off as nerves. Iroh couldnt die. He wouldnt.
Two months since the end of the war and a month had passed since the Fire Lords coronation. Everyone was there, all except one that is. The gaang tried all they could to comfort the Fire Lord, but it was to no avail. He smiled all he could, yet in the back of his mind, he sti
For My SonIt had finally arrived. The day of the invasion. And all Iroh could think of was Zuko. Would he make it? Iroh couldnt stand the thought of losing another son. It was too painful for him. And as much as Zuko had been thru, it was surprising he wasnt gone already. Iroh was going to make sure it didnt happen today. He was going to watch Zuko and make sure nothing happened to him. No matter the consequences.For My Son by paintedbluerose
Uncle, are you coming? Iroh turned around to see Zuko standing there, waiting for him. Everyone was ready for battle, just waiting on him.
Yes. Im right behind you. Iroh prayed to himself that Zuko would be unharmed. That nothing bad would happen to him.
For My FatherEven though Zuko had been accepted into the group, he couldnt shake the feeling something was bothering him. Something was weighing down on him and it created so much stress upon him, he couldnt sleep right. He soon gave up sleeping completely and instead focused on his bending. He figured if he could be as good as he was during the day at night, then he could call himself a master.For My Father by paintedbluerose
Katara noticed this strange behavior in him. He seemed to eat less. She knew he might have been used to something better than rice, but he still ate what he was given. There had to be something else bothering him.
Zuko, are you alright? She asked looking at his bowl of rice he hadnt touched since she had given it to him an hour ago.
Hm? Oh, yes Im fine. Im just a little tired. Zuko sighed before he left the room.
Toph could tell he was lying, but said nothing. Sokka seemed less concerned as he devoured what Zuko didnt eat. He might have told them h
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