Season: two
Episode: three - the Reichenbach fall

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You and John rushed to the St Bartholomew's Hospital after you two found out that the report, about Mrs Hudson, was fake. Sherlock called John when you had almost reached your destination. You two had been around Sherlock for a long time. You met him at Barts. Your friend, Molly, took you with her to the lab one day, because you were curious. Sherlock was working on a case. John called it "The great game." You helped him and John out. The three of you solved the riddles and Sherlock eventually saved John from Moriarty. You moved in with the two men and grew closer to them. You became friends.

John looked up. His eyes were full of worry. He was breathing heavily. You could tell that he was shocked. Seeing his friend standing on a rooftop hurt him.

'What's going on?' John asked worriedly. He kept his eyes fixed on Sherlock. Sherlocks face was pale. He looked scared. You could also see that he was sad. Something terrible was about to happen. You could feel it.

'An apology.' You could hear Sherlocks voice through John's phone. 'It is all true..'

'Wh-what?' John asked.

'What is he talking about?' You asked. Your voice sounded weak.

'Everything they said about me,' Sherlock explained through the phone. 'I invented Moriarty.' Your eyes widened. This wasn't true. You were sure! You came closer to John so you could hear Sherlocks voice a little better.

'Sherlock,' you said. 'Why are you saying this?' Your voice quivered.

'I'm a fake,' Sherlock spoke. He sounded disappointed. Like he let himself down.

'Sherlock..'

'The newspapers were right all along,' Sherlock said. His voice was full of fear. 'I want you to tell Lestrade; I want you to tell Mrs Hudson, and Molly... in fact, tell anyone who will listen to you that I created Moriarty for my own purposes.'

'This is not true,' you spoke in disbelieve.

'Ok,' John said. 'Shut up, Sherlock, shut up!' His voice pounced through your head.

'The first time we met,' John added. 'The first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?'

Then you remembered the day he told you about your father. He read you like a book.

'You also told me about my father! Nobody could ever find that out, I thought, but you could! You are not a fake!'

'Nobody could be that clever.' Sherlock said.

'You could,' John spoke.

Sherlock laughed and gazed down at his friends. A tear rolled down his cheek. You nervously looked up and tried to hold back your tears.

'I researched you two. Before we met I discovered everything that I could to impress you,' Sherlock started and he sniffed quietly. 'It's a trick. Just a magic trick.'

John closed his eyes and shook his head repeatedly. He didn't believe a word from what Sherlock was saying.

'That's not possible.. you didn't know we would meet,' you brought in.

'No,' John hissed. 'All right, stop it now!'

John grabbed your hand and he started to walk towards the entrance of the hospital. Yes, you had to save him!

'No, stay exactly where you are,' Sherlock spoke urgently. 'Don't move.'

John stopped and backed up. You followed him back. While he walked back he held up his hand to Sherlock in capitulation. You stared at Sherlock and squeezed John's hand. You were so afraid that he was going to jump.

'All right,' John said through the phone. You saw Sherlock stretching out his hands to you two.

'Keep your eyes fixed on me,' Sherlock spoke, his voice became frantic. 'Give Y/N the phone.'

'Alright..'

John handed you the phone. You grabbed it with shaking hands and clamped it in your hand.

'Sherlock..'

'Listen to me, Y/N.'

His voice was shaking and he was obviously hurting. Your heart broke and tears streamed down your face.

'I want to ask you something..'

'What is it?' You asked, trying to sound as if you weren't crying.

'I overheard a conversation between you and John.. about me.'

You thought back to the day you told John you like Sherlock. Sherlock was still asleep that day. Was that what he was talking about? It couldn't be...

'What..?' You asked.

'If I would tell you that I love you.. what would you say?' He asked.

Your eyes widened at those words. You never thought Sherlock would love you.

'I don't understand,' you stated.

'I love you, Y/N.. I always have. Please keep that in mind,' he said.

'I will sherlock, I love you too,' you spoke while a small smile appeared on your face through your tears.

'You have to move on. Please, will you do this for me?' He asked.

He couldn't ask that of you. He was going to jump... wasn't he?

'Sherlock.. no,' you cried. 'You can't do this to me..'

'Do what?' John asked and he snatched the phone from your hand.

'This phone call - it's, er ... it's my note. It's what people do, don't they - leave a note?' Sherlock explained.

John shook his head. He momentarily took the phone from his ear as it hit him. Sherlock was going to jump. He slowly raised the phone again. You covered your mouth in disbelief.

'Leave a note when?' John asked with a shaking voice.

'Goodbye, John.. Goodbye, Y/N.'

'No. Don't,' John spoke while shaking his head again.

'Sherlock, No!' You yelled.

Sherlock looked down for a while. Then he lowered his arms and dropped the phone on the roof. John lowered the phone.

'No. SHERLOCK!' You yelled upwards.

Sherlock spread his arms to either side and fell forwards, plummeting towards the ground. You and John looked at it in utter horror.

'Sher...' John started.

'No!' You interrupted him.

John pulled you against him and held you tightly as you watched him fall. A few seconds later the body impacts the ground. Your hearing whites out as your entire body focuses on getting to Sherlock as soon as you can.

You managed to get out of John's grip and started running. Sherlock had disappeared from view towards the end of his fall because a building was in the way of your view of him, and you now ran to the corner of the building, then slowed down and stopped in the middle of the road where you got the first glimpse of the still figure lying on the wet pavement, the lower part of his body obscured by a lorry parked at the roadside.

Behind you, a young man on a fast pedal cycle slammed into you and send you crashing to the ground, your head hitting the asphalt hard. Groaning, you struggled to stay conscious while, nearby, people began to run towards the body on the pavement.

The lorry pulled away and a couple of medics from the hospital hurried out and started trying to prevent the onlookers from getting too close. Grimacing with pain, you rolled onto your side and looked across to the pavement where Sherlock was lying on his side with a lot of blood under his head.

Slowly you hauled yourself to your feet and stumble towards him as more onlookers gathered, talking excitedly about what they saw. John forced himself onwards. You reached Sherlock very fast en dropped on your knees. You cried and cuped his warm skin with your hand. His face looked pale.

'Sherlock, Sherlock ...' John whispered while he reached the crowd.

'Sherlock!' You cried as you tried to wake him up. You knew it was pointless. You grabbed his hand and pressed it against your chest.

'I'm a doctor, let me come through,' John spoke. 'Let me come through, please.'

Some people tried to hold him back but couldn't. He passed through them.

'No, he's my friend. He's my friend. Please,' John spoke. His voice quivered.

John grabbed Sherlocks other wrist and started looking for a pulse. A few woman tried to take John away from Sherlock.

'No! Let him go, Please,' you pleaded.

'Please, let me just ...' John spoke frantically.

'Sherlock..'

Four people lift Sherlocks body onto a stretcher and then wheeled it away into the hospital. You two stared after it with flank and uncomprehending faces. You looked at John and hugged him as you cried on his chest..
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Part 2 had been updated! It's called "unbelievable" xx