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
Embrace-Belated Irko WeekMy beloved Lu Ten, I will see you again, Iroh vowed, eyes closed and filled with sorrow.Embrace-Belated Irko Week by fayedove
He cared not about the rain drizzling down on him and his robes sticking to his skin. All he cared about was the tiny tombstone residing before him. Calligraphy was graceful inscribed along the edge of it; the elegant writing of his beloved sons name. What was war when it cost your sons life? What was winning if your son wasnt there to share it with you? Nothing. It meant nothing to him. Tears crept through his eyelids and slid down his face.
Iroh felt a small hand tug on his sleeve. He opened his eyes and glanced at his side. Next to him stood a young boy with golden yellow eyes that shined with sympathy. In his other hand he held an umbrella big enough for two people. He opened it up and held it over Iroh.
Im sorry, he murmured softly. He looked at his cousins tombstone. I miss him too.
The tears that already exi
Watching-Belated Irko WeekI was a failureWatching-Belated Irko Week by fayedove
It was seen in my fathers eyes
When Mom was not present
I couldve almost called myself
A child without parents
But, no, there you were
My old man, Uncle Iroh
Youve always watched me
Grow from an angry, young man
To an enlightened young man
Thank you for never
Giving up on me
Before I gave up
On what I was meant to be
Youve never stopped watching me
Even though Im grown
I know youll always be there
To watch me prosper
I can not ask more of you
And for that; thank you, Uncle
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