Summary: John visits Sherlock’s grave, but he’s not as alone as he thinks.
Word count: 625 (just a lil one)
Warnings: angst; sad, sentimental Sherlock; the robot has feelings; sad john; reference to a ‘case’ for plot reasons 😀; little pop-up from Mycroft at the end.
A/N: Bit of a vague summary but I don’t want to spoil anything. This is set after Sherlock fakes his death and before he reveals himself to John. I saw a piece of fanart that resembled something like this and it got me thinking and, of course, now I could find the og fanart 😭
Not my gif, credit to the creator
I’d never liked flowers. I didn’t understand the notion of delivering dead plants to a person you cared for. Mother had always argued that the “thought behind the action is what matters” but that thought had never been something I was privy to. That was until now.
I knew that my “stunt” would affect John, I knew he would be hurt and angry but that didn’t matter. I had to make sure he was safe and to do that I needed to die. Naturally, I kept an eye on him, watched him visit my grave, leaving flowers by the headstone and staying to tell me about his week as if I hadn’t been watching his every move. Before leaving he would pat the stone to say his goodbye.
This time, as he stepped towards the stone, his boot caught the wrapper on the fresh bouquet, “I know you don’t understand them… but it helps me, okay? I keep hoping that your distaste for ‘dead plants’ will be enough to drag your ass back here.” John took a shaky breath and let out a soft chuckle, “Just don’t stay dead, you hear me? I need my friend back, Sherlock.” With one last pat of the stone, he stood to attention, turned and left.
I rooted myself to the spot, ensuring that he had left the vicinity before I allowed myself to move. I slowly approached my grave, eyes fixed on the bouquet. My mind spun with the possible meaning of the flowers as I knelt to retrieve them. White forget-me-nots and yellow roses. There had been a case, some time ago, that had led me to a book regarding the Victorian practice of floriography. Although it hadn’t taken me long to find what I was searching for, John had spent days studying the book’s content, commenting on the meaning of each flower and his amazement with such nonsense.
Forget-me-nots… remembrance. Yellow roses… deep, unbreakable ties of a friendship.
I saw now what John’s goodbye had truly meant. I had hurt my friend, deeply. John wasn’t often one for soft words and sentimental feelings, I had always liked that about him. But there was something about these flowers that struck me to my core. The skin of my cheek felt damp and I pulled my hand up to touch it. Looking down at my fingers I frowned, this had never happened before.
It was a tear. I was… crying?
My knees shook as I lowered myself to the ground, resting my back against the headstone as I stared at the bouquet still clutched in my hand. What had I done? John was hurting because of me and there was nothing I could do to fix it. I didn’t know how. My friend was hurt and no amount of deducing or research could change that. I was out of my depth and drowning in strange, new feelings. Huh… feelings? That was a first.
I don’t know how long I sat there, wallowing in the suffocating silence as I touched each delicate flower petal.
My phone buzzed repeatedly in my pocket, “Why does this idiot always insist on calling?” I grumbled, answering the call, “Mycroft. This better be important.”
“Sherlock, are you…” Mycroft stopped himself, coughed and continued on a path that wouldn't end with me slipping laxatives into his next meal, “It’s time Sherlock. The car is waiting for you at the cemetery gate. I have people in place to watch John, he will be safe.”
I cleared my throat and pulled myself up from the ground, “Very well.” The call cut off. I moved towards the entrance, flowers still clutched at my side. I turned, one last time, focusing on my headstone, “Soon, John. Soon… I promise.”
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: John Watson
Additional Tags: Angst, Sad, Post-Reichenbach, 221B Ficlet
Summary:
A standalone post-Reichenbach ficlet
by CarmillaCarmine ( @sherlockedcarmilla )
John is grieving over the loss of his best friend when one day, a mysterious note gives him hope.
A choose-your-own-ending story. Rating: General, 1500 words
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Characters: John Watson
Additional Tags: Post-Reichenbach, Poetry, Grief/Mourning, Stream of Consciousness, Memories, Emotional Hurt, Short
Series: Part 2 of I saw London without you
Summary:
Stream of consciousness poem of fragmented thoughts after Sherlock leapt to his death and John tries to continue life without him.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: John Watson
Additional Tags: Angst, Sad John Watson, Suicidal Thoughts, Post-Reichenbach, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary:
John Watson has been working to clear Sherlock's name and now he is ready to join him on the other side.
