untitled and unimportant post the fall fic
Disclaimer: Conon-Doyle, Auntie Beeb etc.
Warnings: Not really trigger warnings, but written with them heavily in mind.
John doesn’t believe that Sherlock is still alive.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to, that he doesn’t want that one more miracle that will return things to how they used to be, he wants it more than anything. But as it stands, Sherlock is dead.
And the dead do not come back.
Irene Adler came back, but she’d never truly died.
And Sherlock had.
Or why else would John feel like his heart had been ripped out.
Burnt out.
He wasn’t a fraud.
Moriarty was real.
John knows this, and he will never doubt it, but it becomes harder to articulate it. He thinks about writing up some of Sherlock’s other cases. The ones that have nothing to do with Moriarty and that the police checked the evidence for. But what’s the point. People want to believe that Sherlock Holmes was a fraud, and no amount of the truth will ever silence that.
The little niggle f doubt in the public eye.
Not that Sherlock ever cared for the public eye.
All that matters to him is the work.
Was the work.
Because he’s dead.
And the dead don’t come back to life.
Warnings: Not really trigger warnings, but written with them heavily in mind.
John doesn’t believe that Sherlock is still alive.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to, that he doesn’t want that one more miracle that will return things to how they used to be, he wants it more than anything. But as it stands, Sherlock is dead.
And the dead do not come back.
Irene Adler came back, but she’d never truly died.
And Sherlock had.
Or why else would John feel like his heart had been ripped out.
Burnt out.
He wasn’t a fraud.
Moriarty was real.
John knows this, and he will never doubt it, but it becomes harder to articulate it. He thinks about writing up some of Sherlock’s other cases. The ones that have nothing to do with Moriarty and that the police checked the evidence for. But what’s the point. People want to believe that Sherlock Holmes was a fraud, and no amount of the truth will ever silence that.
The little niggle f doubt in the public eye.
Not that Sherlock ever cared for the public eye.
All that matters to him is the work.
Was the work.
Because he’s dead.
And the dead don’t come back to life.