Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 2“What?” Sherlock all but yelled “Why didn't he tell me?”
“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.
“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
What Would He Say?John’s screams awoke the soon to be married couple once again. Mary understood her future husband’s pain. She knew what a pivotal part of John’s life he was.
But neither of them could live like this.
“John, sweetie,” Mary said; one John had caught his breath, “you can’t be live like this. It’s not healthy to keep such a tight grip on the Fall. You need to move on!”
“But he died!” John whispered, “Right infront of me! How can I move on from that?!”
Mary and John had this conversation before; but now they might escalate into a fight. Mary decided it was time to pull out what she had been keeping in her proverbial back pocket.
“One question John,” Mary began; placing a hand on John’s shoulder; “w
EpilogueThere was once a knight and a sorcerer.
The sorcerer, though brilliant and highly skilled in magic, was an outcast; because of his power. To everyone, no one good could be that powerful. So the sorcerer lived alone in a shack, making spells and solving mysteries. He lived a life of contentment.
Then he came into his life. An invalid knight, home from the war due to an injury. He was the first person the sorcerer could remember that praised what he did. It felt nice…
The two of them got a flat together, which was an upgrade for the both of them. A place where he could conduct his spells, relax and where the knight could chronicle their adventures.
As they lived together, the sorcerer opinion of the knight grew. The knight was ordinary, romanticized their adventures; needed those dull things like food and sleep.
He was also the most extraordinary person the sorcerer had ever met.
Their adventures led them all over their kingdom. The sorcerer felt like he was happy for the f
ACT IV: The Reichenbach ReturnChapter 4 – What the Future Holds
After the conference, the entire Order, members that survived the missions, sans a few Irregulars; who were partying on their own; and Director; who was ostracized for her threats, were having one last get together. They got the one thing that they all loved, pizza.
With the Order disbanded, they might not see each other as regularly. They made a promise to meet up. Almost all of them made that promise. Even Sherlock promised to join from time to time. Only Melody said she couldn’t do it.
“I need to head home, my family ought to be worried sick about me”
“You didn’t tell them?” John said, “You were eighteen when we met! You ran away?”
“It’s…complicated” Melody stammered, before grabbing a slice of pepperoni, Canadian bacon, and anchovy.
They ate in almost silence, with a bit of chattering. When the pizza was finished, a cake wheeled in. Chocolate buttercream
ACT IV: The Reichenbach ReturnChapter 3 – Of Agents, an Officer and an Irregular
Soon, the day of the conference approached. John, Sophia, Sherlock, Melody and Lestrade were getting ready, reporters from all over waiting to get the scoop. Wanting to report on the Return of the Reichenbach hero. Pity that Kitty Reily lost her job as a reporter, once word got out that she reported false information out of spite; she lost all credibility. She could never get a job as a reporter ever again. I heard she makes a mean mochachino, though.
“Come on you guys” Sophia said, wheeling ahead of them, “we have a press conference to attend”
The press conference went as well. The focus was split between the Order and the return of Sherlock Holmes. The questions were either open, or given to one of the people present…
“Detective Inspector, how did come in contact with the Order? “
“Whoever started the Order contacted my via text,“ Lestrade replied “I
ACT IV: The Reichenbach ReturnChapter 2 – Mycroft’s Offer
The days passed as Sherlock and Sophia healed. Soon, Sherlock could leave. Sophia needed to stay for a little while longer, they needed to check her spine and she needed to get a proper wheelchair. When she got this news, Sophia sighed.
“Looks like I’ll need to sell my motorcycle” she said, she was going to miss it.
Sherlock and John assisted in advertising Sophia’s bike. It was soon sold to a nice young woman named Alexis.
Sophia also looked at some places she could live, places that were wheelchair friendly.
A few days later, Sophia was testing her wheelchair, then she would go and find a place to stay while she searched for a house. When Mycroft; of all people; walked in.
“Hello, Miss Jane” he said walking over to her.
Sophia turned away and wheeled to a window.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“To help you,” he replied, “you saved my brother. I can help you, you
ACT IV: The Reichenbach ReturnChapter 1 – Awakening
Once Sherlock had regained consciousness, the first thought that came to him was not that he was in hospital, not that he had surgery nor that John was sitting in a chair watching him. Those all came immediately after. The first thing that came to him was: Sophia did not call me ‘Kid’. Tackled me, protected me. She called me by my name.
Once these conclusions came to him, Sherlock opened his eyes to find himself in a semi-private hospital room. There was someone in the other bed. He deduced that the person in the other bed was Sophia.
He turned and saw John, whose face had a small smile. Before Sherlock could say anything, John threw his arms around him.
“Don’t ever pull a stunt like that ever again”
“John!” Sherlock tried to sit up, but the pain was too much. John helped prop up the bed so he could sit up.
“…Thanks.” Sherlock glanced over at the bed w
QuietIn the time after Sherlock Holmes fell, the lives he was in became so very quiet.
The Yard felt this in the crime scenes and cases that came after his fall. No more having their intelligence insulted, no more lightning-fast deductions. No ‘tainted’ crime scenes.
Mrs. Hudson, though she complained about the noise he made, hated the silence the flat now held. She hated it not only for the pain of the loss of one she thought as her son, but also for the pain of the man who lived there; alone.
Mycroft stopped dieting altogether, hoping for an insult from his little brother. Insults that never came. Only quiet.
But the one who greatly suffered from the quiet? John Watson.
No more violin at 3am. No shooting at the wall. No yells of Bored!
No one to ruin his dates, or interrupt him at work.
Even watching the telly was quiet. No commentary from the man who felt like he knew everything.
No snaps of how unimportant it is to eat or sleep. No explosions from the kitchen.