Sibley stood over her father's grave. It was a sunny day. A happy looking day. It was wrong. After that funeral and burying her father. The world seemed to happy. It should be grieving with them.
"Ready?" John asked her.
"Just- just give me a minute." she whispered. He nodded and walked away.
"You know, this wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to suffer two more years with mother and then be off. Do my thing. Alone. Ya know it- it sucked. It was awful I- I was alone. Then you come around, jerk that you were and... You changed everything. You weren't like a normal father but I didn't need or want normal. You were great and- ya know I- I don't know what to do now, Dad. What am I supposed to do? Your dead. Amber's dead. John barely speaks. Mycroft is- well Mycroft. I miss you. I really, really miss you. How the hell can you be dead?! After everything why- why are you dead! You weren't supposed to go and do this! You jumped off of a building and I'm alone again! You- you-" she fell to her knees. Sibley hadn't cried at all since it happened. She couldn't. She was too empty, but now she was weeping. Sobbing loudly on the dirt. After a while she collected herself and looked up, taking in a deep breath. "Just know that you're missed. By all of us. Even Anderson and Donovan, I can tell. You never gave yourself enough credit. People did- do love. You're a pain, but we love you anyway." she stood up. "So if you could just stop being dead. That- that would be nice. Until then, say hello to Amber for me." with that, she walked away.
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Falling Stars and Cigarettes
FanfictionSibley doesn't need to be taken care of. After all, since she was young, she paid the bills, cleaned the house, cooked the food. She can take care of herself. Social Services disagrees and so does Sherlock. Now not only does Sherlock have to navigat...
