Imagine after the fall that John went to work but the surgery got cancelled so he comes home. He walks in and closes the door when he notices someone is walking around upstairs. Mrs. Hudson is out playing bingo so John goes upstairs very quietly.
It's Sherlock.
And he's holding a tiny velvet box/
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
