Sherlock Fanfiction ending entry
Okay so recently I read some Sherlock drabbles by a lovely author by the name of sherlock-ninja. In the last one there is a challenge to write one's own ending. So that's what I'm doing. Here goes. I hope you find this (and like it) Sherlock-ninja. Oh and just for context purposes; in this I'm going along with the apparent headcanon that Sherlock stays with Mycroft for a bit after The Fall. Simply because I can't think of any better situation for my particular ending. So without further ado; my entry:
"Damn it, John," Sherlock whispered furiously. He typed simply: "Wait" and clicked 'comment.' It was posted anonymously under John's note. Sherlock then grabbed a coat and hat that would make him for the most part unrecognizable. He slammed the laptop closed and dashed out of the room, down the many steps and past Mycroft who asked "What's the rush?" To which the detective replied: "John needs me." He bolted out the door, but not before calling over his shoulder: "Be back in a moment." Sherlock climbed into the closest of Mycroft's cars and ordered the driver take him to Baker street as quickly as possible without attracting too much attention. The driver protested but soon gave in to his demand as he had never seen the man so full of rage. Sherlock could be rather frightening if he put his mind to it. The detective was nervous and frankly twitchy on the ride to his former residence. Almost before the car had stopped he threw the door open and made his way to 221 B. He knocked on the door rapidly and when Mrs. Hudson answered he pushed past her; saying in a strange voice: "I need to see Dr. Watson." He flew up the stairs and exploded into the room. "John, STOP!" he yelled. The detective dived at him and did his best to wrestle the gun away. "John, stop it. It's me." Sherlock breathed. He managed to get the gun out of John's hand and stood for a moment trying to catch his breath. The doctor's thoroughly confused gaze was locked on him. "Who..." he uttered.
"John," the detective said simply. The doctor's eyes widened. Sherlock brought himself to his full height. "Please, John don't... For me, don't do this." He gently bounced the gun in his hand. John stood up; he couldn't believe what his senses were telling him. "Sherlock?" he dared. The man sighed. "Yes, John. It's me. I'm not really dead, so if you would please not try to join me again, as you won't find me wherever you think you would have been going." Sherlock put the gun down on the coffee table and turned to walk back out the door. "Try to keep this quiet, would you? We can't have everyone knowing-" he was cut off by a blow to the cheek. "John, what are you-" and an arm wrapped around his neck from behind. "John!" came the strangled cry; "haven't we done this before? You were a doctor, remember?" Sherlock was released. He stood on his hands and knees trying to catch his breath again. "I had bad days..." John replied quietly. "Sherlock, it's really you!" Happiness returned to John; to the places from which it had been absent for what seemed like an eternity. "Yes," the detective coughed. "I told you that. "I'm alive, John." The doctor smiled and held out his hand to help Sherlock off the floor. "I've been waiting a year to hear those words," he said. "Yes, well I apologize for that," Sherlock responded. As soon as he was upright John pulled him into the tightest hug he could manage. The detective hesitated only a fraction of a second to return the embrace with equal rapture. "I've missed you, John." Hot tears softened both men's faces as John replied with wavering voice: "I lost you, Sherlock I lost you." A few more moments passed before the boys dared release one another and step back. They laughed together warmly and wiped tears from their eyes. "Don't you EVER do that to me again, Sherlock Holmes," John asserted. Sherlock smiled. "I promise," he said. "Come on; let's get out of here before something awful happens. I can explain everything when we get to Mycroft's."
"Mycroft's? This entire time you've been staying with Mycroft? And he never said a word to me!!! I'll kill him..." Sherlock laughed. "Not the whole time. I told you, I'll explain later. We need to make sure no one else knows." John rolled his eyes. "Alright, fine. Not even Mrs. Hudson?" Sherlock shook his head. "If at all possible, no." The detective held out John's coat. "Shall we?" John shrugged. "Fine." He grabbed his coat and put it on while descending the steps. "I'm uh... going out Mrs. Hudson." The landlady could hardly contain herself at the news. "Alright dear, be careful!!" The boys smiled at her motherly nature. "Yes, Mrs. Hudson." And with that the boys were out the door and on the way to Mycroft's; giggling all the way. Just like old times.
