Follow them on Twitter!
Sherlock and John watched the news from America.
"About time they caught up." John said, looking down at their hands with the matching rings.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Standing on the edge of the roof, he couldn't prevent the solitary tear from escaping. Stepping forward, he smiled.
"See you soon, Sherlock."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sherlock shouted at the tv, "Of course he's not the father! It's obvious!"
John looked over.
"How far behind ARE you on Game of Thrones?!?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mycroft gazed down into the resting place. Sherlock and John were dead. It was so sudden.
Sadly, he flushed the two goldfish corpses away.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
John's daughter woke him.
"It's my birthday!"
He smiled.
"And how old are you?" John asked.
She held up 4 fingers.
He never found out whose they were.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mary raised the gun and shot Sherlock in the chest.
He'd never share Game of Thrones spoilers with her again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sherlock lay in a pool of blood. John stepped over him and turned the tv on.
"Nice try. Happy April Fools." John said.
Moriarty silently crept out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Opening the box revealed a human heart. Sherlock read the card:
"Happy Valentine's Day from me & John.
Well, it's mostly John.
Moriarty"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As he stepped over the edge of the roof, Sherlock thought only of his flatmate. Inside, John was thoroughly enjoying his wedding reception.
VOUS LISEZ
Random Sherlock Oneshots
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
