Season: three
Episode: one - the empty hearse

Part of a one shot I wrote some time ago called "goodbye." There is a small recap that is part of the story in the beginning, but you can also go back and read it again if you're getting confused :)

The person that requested a second part is: @Gabi_Florentino thank you for requesting, it makes me happy to write these for someone else and make them happy!

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If I would tell you that I love you.. what would you say?' He asked. His voice was shaking as he stood on the roof of the building, looking down at you and John.

Your eyes widened at those words. You never thought Sherlock would love you. Tears still streamed down your face. All you could do was look up at him.

'I don't understand,' you stated. Your voice was shaking.

'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. How could one feel happiness and sadness at the the same time in a moment like this? You had waited so long for him to confess since you were to scared to do this yourself.

'You have to move on. Please, will you do this for me?' He asked. An impossible request after what he had just told you. You had loved this man since you first met.

He was going to jump... wasn't he?

'Sherlock.. no,' you cried. 'You can't do this to me..' a bright light seemed to flash and all you saw next was Sherlock falling down from the top of the roof.
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Something wet touched your arm, bringing you back to reality. Your heart was pounding and your entire body was shaking. Another flashback had occurred.

The past months you had only been reliving what happened the day that Sherlock jumped. Ever since he told you he loved you, just minutes before he jumped, you hadn't been able to continue everyday life. Nightmares about his body hitting the floor and him laying there, lifeless. Flashbacks about how you felt at the moment you ran to him, completely helpless. Not knowing what to do.

You were awfully traumatized by all that had happened. Not only because of what you saw, but also because of the emotional aspect that was connected to his death.

Again, something wet touched your arm. You looked to your side and saw your one year old black dog sitting next to you. He looked at you with his brown twinkling eyes and wagged his tail as he saw your face. You smiled at him and scratched his head, making the dog get even more excited.

You had bought a dog a few months ago. You needed someone to fill the void that Sherlock left. Someone that could give you emotional support. John wasn't able to support you. He had gone in therapy himself, because it was to much to handle. Both of you couldn't get over your best friends death.

Your dog was named Buddy. The reason you named him this way was that he was a buddy to you that could support you through what happened. Slowly you started getting better, but you just couldn't forget about that horrible day.

"You're a good boy," you smiled, while rubbing your dogs belly. He was laying next to you on your new couch. You had changed appartements not long ago. It was a fresh start for you. Another step in forgetting about Sherlock.

There wasn't much for you to do right now. You were currently looking for a new job. You had lost your job after all that happened, because you weren't able to function properly anymore. It was sad to say goodbye to all your colleagues, but you understood the decision. You were an emotional mess, trying to deal with his death.

Everyday you would get up early and apply for a few new jobs. Afterwards you would spend your day on your couch reading or went outside to walk your dog. That's how every day went by. Normal daily life had been taken away from you. You almost didn't talk to any of your friends anymore. Every now and then you would check in on John, but he usually wasn't in the state to talk to you. It was sad to see him like that.

Suddenly your doorbell rang. Buddy immediately jumped off the couch and ran towards the door. You were confused. You didn't expect any visitors, nor did you order anything. Who could be at your door?

You sighed deeply as you got off the couch. Buddy was wagging his tail in excitement, waiting for you to open the door. Your smiled at the sight of the energetic dog staring at you.

"Step aside," you said, while walking passed the dog. He immediately listened to you and stepped aside so you could open the door. Carefully you placed your hand on the door handle and opened the door.

"Can I help you?" you asked, before fully opening the door. Curiously you checked who was standing behind the door. Your jaw dropped at what you saw.

A tall man was standing on your doorstep. He had his back turned to you, but you could recognize who it was immediately. The man had black curly hair, which was moving sofly in the cold wind. He was wearing a long coat that you could recognize immediately. You had only seen it a million times before.

You shook the thought out of your head quickly. No, this couldn't be. It must be a coincidence. You could buy coats like these in stores and there were more people with the same hairstyle as him.

"C-can I help you?" you stuttered. Even though you told yourself that this in no way could be him, you felt nervous.

The man slowly turned arround. Your heart began to beat faster and faster. A lump formed in your throat and you were suddenly shaking when you saw who was standing in front of you. Those eyes, you wouldn't never be able to forget them. It was Sherlock.

He was staring at all the passing cars in your street. Peacefully as if nothing was going on. You began to panic. Were you dreaming? What is going on?

"Would you mind explaining which idiot thought it would be a good idea to close the main roa-" You didn't even let him finish. In complete panic you slammed the door shut.

It was his voice. His soft, low voice that gave you butterflies. A voice that you could listen to for hours without getting bored of it. But this couldn't be. There was no way.

"Y/N?" Sherlock's voice came from the other side of the front door. Your legs were shaking in shock, making you slowly fall to the floor. Tears were forming into your eyes. It looked so real, but you couldn't believe it was.

"If this is some sort of prank, it's not funny," you said. Your voice was clearly shaking. "Leave me alone." There was a long silence, making you believe whoever did this to you left.

You bursted into tears, pulling buddy closer to you. He licked your face and wagged his tail. Who was so sick to fool you with something you had try to overcome for so long? This wasn't going to help you forget about him. A sick joke.

"Y/N," you heard. Immediately you kept your mouth shut. Did he hear you cry? "Please, this is not a joke." you softly pushed Buddy aside while slowly getting up. You came closer to the door, laying your ear on the hard wood to hear it better. There were only a few explanations to this situation. One, this was a joke or two, you were dreaming.

"I don't believe you," you cried. "Please leave me alone." There was another long silence, but you didn't fall for it this time. You wiped the tears out of your eyes and banged your fist on the door.

"Go away!" you yelled.

"Open the door," the man behind your door demanded. "I swear this is not a joke." You took a deep breath. Slowly you grabbed the door handle. Your hands were shaking terribly. You opened the door again, looking straight in Sherlock bright blue eyes. Empathy was seen in them when he saw your puffy face.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he said, while taking a step closer. Nervously you clutched the door handle. There was no other explication left anymore. You must have fallen asleep on the couch.

"At least it's a good dream for once," you mumbled. Sherlock frowned in confusion, while sighing sofly.

"You really can't believe it's me?" he asked. You shook your head. He died right in front of you. There was no way.

"I must be dreaming," you spoke. "I've been begging for you to come back for so long, but it never worked. There is no way."

"I can prove it to you," he said, while suddenly grabbing your arm. Your eyes widened as you tried to pull yourself from his tight grip. Panic started to rise up in your body again.

Suddenly, Sherlock raised two fingers and hit your underarm as hard as he could. Your groaned in pain. In a reflex, you stomped Sherlocks's arm, who quickly let go of your arm. You pulled it back and rubbed the painful spot.

"That hurted," you said angrily. Sherlock raised his eyebrows, making you realise what he meant. Hurting yourself in a dream gets you to wake up, it's was common knowledge. You weren't dreaming? If it wasn't a joke, nor a dream. Was it real?

Your eyes widened.

"S-Sherlock?" you asked carefully, while bringing your hand towards his face. You slowly touched his cheek, tears filling up your eyes. How could he be standing in front of you?

Sherlock smiled sweetly at you, while grabbing your hand. Your heart skipped a beat as tears streamed down your face. This couldn't be. He carefully stepped inside your apartment, closing the door.

"But.. But how?" you asked in disbelieve. "Yo-you died. It happened right on front of me."

"Calm down, Y/N." You couldn't stop staring at him as your jaw slowly dropped. He slowly led you to the living room, making you sit down on the couch.

"I know it's hard to comprehend," Sherlock spoke, while sitting down next to you. "But it's really me. I'm so glad to see you again." He grabbed a tissue from the tissue box on the table, giving it to you. You thanked him with a smile.

"I've been wanting you to come back for so long," you said. "Not just me. John aswell. When you last called me, I made you a promise. To move on.. I'm sorry, but I haven't been able to move on." You dissapointedly looked at the floor, picking your clothes nervously. Buddy came running over to you, tilting his head in confusion.

"You bought a dog?" Sherlock asked in confusion. You quickly looked up. Sherlock eyes had started to sparkle. You nodded in conformation.

"It was the only way to deal with losing you," you said sofly. "Ever since you told me you loved me, I've never been able to live properly." Sherlock smiled, but his eyes expressed regret. He never knew his word had had such impact on you.

"Did you already tell John?" you asked. Sherlock shook his head.

"I will tonight," he said. You looked at him in surprise. John is his best friend, but he decided to tell you first?

"I know there is so much I need to explain," Sherlock said. "Things you'll probably never understand." you smiled and shook your head. He was still the same, even after all this time.

"I'm just glad you're back," you said, while sitting closer to him.

"This might not be the right time to ask," Sherlock started. "But when I asked you what you would say if I told you I loved you, and you said you loved me to. Did you mean it?" You kept quiet for a while. It was the first time Sherlock had openly confessed his feelings to you, which you know was hard for him, but to see him doubt it made you realise he's more human than most people realise.

And of course you loved him. You always had, even after his death. Never were you able to get him out of your head.

Sherlock noticed the silence and looked down.

"Because if you changed your mind I comple-" You didn't even let him finish his sentence. You grabbed his chan and softly pressed your lips against his. Your heart began to beat faster and your body temperature rose. You felt butterflies in your belly, something you hadn't felt in a while. You always wanted to do this and finally you had a change.

After a while you pulled back, slowly opening your eyes again. Sherlock was in clear shock of what just happened.

"Yes Sherlock, I love you too."
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