The Final Problems of Johnlock

221B Baker St

(Sherlock)
Apparently I'd fallen asleep. I looked up at John, and was glad to see that he was still sleeping. I got up and tried to pry my hand for John's, but he was holding me with a death grip. I sighed and eventually worked my hand out.
I walked into the lobby to give my brother a call. The phone rang twice, then he picked up.

"Hello brother mine. How is your little soldier fellow doing?" He sounded uninterested, but I obliged anyways.
"Better, luckily." I sighed and began to lean against the wall. I looked down at the cracked marble flooring, wishing that John hadn't had to come here.

"Sherlock!" Mycroft yelled. I realized that I had spaced out again.

"What is so important now Mycroft?" I began to listen to what he was saying, so that I could get back to John.

"I have a case for you. It's a triple homicide case, and the police are stumped." He seemed inpatient as well, so I quickly responded,
"Why can't you, I'm busy!" I was upset that I had called, just for this. I could hear Mycroft sigh, and I imagined the haughty face he would be pulling.

"Because, brother mine," he replied "I'M not the consulting detective." I knew he was right, but what if John needed me.

"Where is it?" I knew I had to, and plus, I was getting a bit bored. I hoped John would be ok while I was gone.

"Your old flat."

(John)

It was happening again. The fall. I could see Sherlock, but he was distorted, like it was a mirage.
"It's a trick, just a magic trick" he was saying. Then, I could hear him calling himself a fake, but I knew it wasn't true. Then, the worst part.
"Goodbye John." Next thing I knew, Sherlock was falling. Just before he hit, I flew awake. I shuddered, and felt the sweat in the sheets. I looked around for Sherlock, but he wasn't here. I knew it had to be a hallucination. I should know better by now.

I shuddered, and began to sit up. Still feeling a bit woozy, I managed to get up and put my feet on the ground. When I finally succeeded, I pulled myself to a standing position, and ripped the wires and tubes out. Looking around, I spotted my clothes and pulled them on.
When I tried the door, it was locked but there was another way out thankfully.

The window pulled open, and I managed to pull myself out, with only a bit of pain. Once I was free, I ran as fast as I could in my current position, managing to get out of the hospital's gates before breaking down crying.

(Sherlock)

When I got to the flat, the first thing I noticed was the amount of dust that had collected on my old mailbox.
"How did this happen?" I couldn't believe that John would have let this happen, and although Mrs. Hudson has claimed to not be our housekeeper, I knew she often dusted our flat and other things.

I saw Lestrade walking towards me quickly.

"Is Mrs. Hudson ok?" I had to know, if
something had happened to her and John, I would never forgive myself. Before he said anything, he wrapped his arms around me. I was confused for a minute, before realizing that he hadn't known I was alive.

"Ah about that-" I was cut off by him squeezing me harder.

"Alright then" I whispered. I was not expecting that. Of course, I had forgotten that had pretended to be dead for 2 years, but Lestrade always struck me as a non-hugging person.

"Good to have you back Sherlock." He said, as he wiped a tear from his cheek. Wow. A tear? Lestrade really had changed. Wait. Why did he smell like... no, it couldn't be. My brother?
I looked at him inquisitively, and he seemed to realize what I had noticed.

"Ah yeah, he didn't tell you?" I shook my head, but before he said anything I asked "Is Mrs. Hudson ok?"

"Ahh yes, sorry. She was out shopping. Thank goodness for that." I released the tension that had been there before he had cleared the air.

"Where is she now? You said she was shopping." I was a bit concerned that she wouldn't want the bodies in her flat, but it seemed that it was unnecessary.

"I already sent her to be with her sister until we get this straightened up."

"Good" I said as I walked into the place I had begun to think I could never return to.