the ending to my very upsetting old fanfic (its johnlock) called 17th Century to the 21st As John turned away from 221B, a man appeared from around the corner, running with a fairly large envelope. Are you John Watson? the man asked, out of breath. Yes, whos asking? John replied, Got a letter for you, old too, very old, the man, obviously a mail man, passed the envelope over, as John reached for it he instantly recognized the handwriting, it was Him, the man John had never forgotten, now that the Doctor was missing, presumably dead, John knew he would never see the men again, when John had last been in France, so long ago, the man he knew well, because of the Doctor himself, was getting sicker by the day, god knows what was inside this letter. John stared at the envelope for what seemed like hours, once he looked up he realized the man who had delivered this letter was gone, he went back into 221B, climbed the stairs and unlocked the door, he dropped the letter on the table, made himself a tea and sat down to read it. He hesitated. What would he find? What had happened to the man from so long ago that he loved so much? He couldnt bring himself to open it, but he knew he had too, and soon. He finished his tea, and grabbed a letter opener, being careful as he did so, as he reached the other side of the now open envelope, he pulled the paper out, and smiled to himself as he read. His smile soon faded. My dear John, This path has never seemed so slow, I fear I am nearing its end. You showed me miraculous things I could never have dreamed of, I would never have thought one day a man from just over 400 year into the future could love someone such as I, I am horrible, just as the rest of them say, but not you, never you, you thought I was magnificent and beautiful. I know I am dying, I can feel it, they say I wont last the night, so Im writing this now, I dont know when youll be coming back, I suspect you wont, even if you do return for me, I wont be here, and this saddens me deeply. You opened my eyes to the near impossible and I am eternally grateful. You need to know that I do love you, even though it was hard to say, and I will love you until my bones are nothing but dust, in a pit under a stone, I do hope that Forksgrove cemetery still stands in your time, then you can visit me, Id like that, even if i couldnt reply, I could listen. The second John read the last word, he was out the door, into a cab, and on his way to Forksgrove cemetery, if this was the only time he could see Sherlock, than he would most certainly take it.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 09:53:41 +0000
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