Fic: Draft
Title: Draft
Author: dweo
Words: 300 words
Category: Angst
Rating: PG13
Characters: Sherlock, John
Pairings: None
Warnings:Character Death (The one you would expect)
Summary: After the Reichenbach Fall John reads the last messages on Sherlock's phone.
AN: Story does not contain spoilers beyond the one everybody knows.
I'm sorry.
SH
The words made John's heart skip a beat and he started to run back to where he had just left Sherlock. The task had seemed so innocent, and only when there were no papers for him to pick up he realised what Sherlock had done.
And the text only confirmed his fears.
He walked up to the crime scene; the place they had fallen from. And there it was laying, innocently, on the ground. Like somebody had just lost it and not noticed. But nothing about this was accidental. All was planned. Sherlock had known what would happen and had allowed it.
John picked up the phone and with shaking fingers unlocked it. The message folder was still open. For a moment he thought about the privacy of a dead man, smiled, shook his head and started to read.
33 Unsent messages.
Draft: Moriarty
Draft: My dear John
Draft: Tell Mycroft to do what he is told
Draft: Don't blame yourself
Draft: Tell Mycroft that it was my plan
Draft: I don't know what to write
Draft: 160 characters are far to few to tell you how I feel
Draft: Hug Mrs. Hudson for me
Draft: Please return Lestrade's badges and tell him
Draft: You might want to clean out the bottom drawer of the fridge
Draft: Tell Mycroft I'll miss him
Just as he read the last of the unfinished messages that would never be sent, a short, happy melody told him he had new mail.
The sender's name caused his fingers to tremble so badly that he almost dropped his phone and it took him three attempts to open the email. But it were the last words that finally broke him.
and believe me to be, my dear friend,
Very sincerely yours,
Sherlock Holmes
Author: dweo
Words: 300 words
Category: Angst
Rating: PG13
Characters: Sherlock, John
Pairings: None
Warnings:Character Death (The one you would expect)
Summary: After the Reichenbach Fall John reads the last messages on Sherlock's phone.
AN: Story does not contain spoilers beyond the one everybody knows.
I'm sorry.
SH
The words made John's heart skip a beat and he started to run back to where he had just left Sherlock. The task had seemed so innocent, and only when there were no papers for him to pick up he realised what Sherlock had done.
And the text only confirmed his fears.
He walked up to the crime scene; the place they had fallen from. And there it was laying, innocently, on the ground. Like somebody had just lost it and not noticed. But nothing about this was accidental. All was planned. Sherlock had known what would happen and had allowed it.
John picked up the phone and with shaking fingers unlocked it. The message folder was still open. For a moment he thought about the privacy of a dead man, smiled, shook his head and started to read.
33 Unsent messages.
Draft: Moriarty
Draft: My dear John
Draft: Tell Mycroft to do what he is told
Draft: Don't blame yourself
Draft: Tell Mycroft that it was my plan
Draft: I don't know what to write
Draft: 160 characters are far to few to tell you how I feel
Draft: Hug Mrs. Hudson for me
Draft: Please return Lestrade's badges and tell him
Draft: You might want to clean out the bottom drawer of the fridge
Draft: Tell Mycroft I'll miss him
Just as he read the last of the unfinished messages that would never be sent, a short, happy melody told him he had new mail.
The sender's name caused his fingers to tremble so badly that he almost dropped his phone and it took him three attempts to open the email. But it were the last words that finally broke him.
and believe me to be, my dear friend,
Very sincerely yours,
Sherlock Holmes