WARNING: CREEPY FANFICTION POSSIBILITY HERE, WITH CORPSES AND CHARACTER DEATH AND ANGST AND A LOT OF CREEPY THINGS
Picture Sherlock, returning to John after the fall, only to find John on his deathbed. Sherlock is shocked. John can’t die. He just can’t because he’s John and he’s so essential.
But John just opens his eyes and smiles, “I knew you were coming for me. I knew you were alive.”
Sherlock shakes his head and protests. He insists that it’s not possible for John to leave now. John is not allowed to leave. Sherlock didn’t go through three years alone, becoming a murderer, just to watch the one man he tried to lose himself to something like sickness.
“I’ll stay with you, I promise. Who else will save your arse when you get kidnapped?”
It’s a lie and they both know it. But Sherlock believes him anyways.
John dies.
Sherlock places John’s skull on the mantelpiece, getting rid of “Bob.” He sprinkles John’s ashes in his bedroom, sleeps there, breathing in what once was John. He puts John’s heart in a jar, stares at it and keeps it beside his bed. He has one of John’s fingerbones kept in his pocket at all times.
At night he kisses the skull, the heart and the bone. He sleeps with ashes and makes John keep his promise.
Oh my GOD that is killing me with its awesome. I…kind of feel like you just wrote it, though. ^_^