Goodbye, Friend

He woke up first. This is how it always was. He look at the man and ran his fingers over his cheek. A small smile crossed his lips. He got out of bed and stepped into a pair of pajama pants. He stepped out of the room carefully. He quickly got on his laptop to check if there where any news of cases. One seemed to peak his interest. It seemed to be a simple murder case at first. But then once he read on the way the bodies had been found threw him off guard. Dressed up. As if they where dolls. He hoped John would be up for getting started on this case. He picked up his phone when it rang. 

"Hello?" he asked. 

"Sherlock? We've got a case that we need you for." Lestrade said.

"I know. As soon as John is up we will be there." He said hanging up. 

After about half an hour they on their way to the newest body site in a cab. Sitting closer then probably needed, but it's not like that mattered. They got there and he went to work. Checking out every aspect, making notes out loud. By the end of it he had a lead. But they had to wait until the next day. So the two of them went home. 

"So, John. What should we do for dinner tonight?" He asked with a smirk. John smiled at him. 

"I was thinking of making something. But that's rather impossible with the kitchen's current state." He said. 

"Nonsense. I can work in their. Give me about twenty minutes and we will have a wonderful meal." Sherlock says rushing into the kitchen to get started. At the promised time they had dinner, and after a bit of television watching and couch cuddles they went to bed. To ready themselves for the hunt tomorrow. 

Finally, that night they where ready to catch the guy. Everyone was hidden in the right areas waiting for him to walk out of work. Once he did Sherlock stepped out. 

"Hello doll maker. " He said with a grin. 

"Huh? Who are.. Oh. Your that a*****e who's trying to catch me." He says reaching for something. 

"Yes that's me." He says proudly. 

"Well. I really can't have that." He says pointing a gun at him. Sherlock jumps a little but not enough to notice. 

"Now come on. I just want to have a chat." He says. The man pulls the trigger and adrenaline kicks into John's system. He's out in front of Sherlock just in time for the bullet to rip through his heart, he hits the ground and the man stands there laughing. Sherlock freezes and falls to his knees he holds John to him. Pleading for him to be alive. Anything. 

"John... No..." He gasps out. Suddenly something snaps in his mind. He glares at the man, he pulls John's gun from his pockets, aims and shoots the man in the forehead. He watches his body drop to the ground and then turns his gaze back on John. He starts to cry and holds him close to him. 

"John, You can't leave me here. Your all I have... Please don't go...." He pants as he cries harder. He kisses the man's forehead and notices he can't feel his body. He can't feel anything but pain. The man who turned his world around was taken from him in a matter of seconds. What would he do now? Where would he end up? So many questions ran through his mind. But the main one was,

"Why him?" 

Author's Note

Ok. I know this is sucky and such. But I had an idea and I really wanted to try it and I failed. Sorry. Also. The picture it has is where the idea came from. So. Yeah.

Reviews

[Glitter]

Whyyyyy did you do thiiiiiiiiis Dx it's awesome but paaaaaaaaain

[Kitten]

Thanks. But I had to.