Johnlock Oneshots! (Request are Closed!!!)

Still Having Nightmares About You

Contains spoilers for season 2 finale!!! If you haven't got that far DO NOT READ!!! To all of you who have, you all know what that means. *grins evilly*

John's POV

I stepped out of the taxi and pulled my ringing phone out of my pocket.

"Hello?"

"John." It's Sherlock and I feel relived.

"Hey, Sherlock, you okay?" I ask.

"Turn around and walk back the way you came now," he said in a panic like manner.

"No I'm coming in," I reply confused.

"Just do as I ask. Please," he says frantically.

I shake my head and start walking back. "Where?"

He pauses as I walk back along the road. "Stop there," he says quickly. I stop walking a shake my head.

"Sherlock?" I question.

"Okay, look up. I'm on the rooftop," he says much calmer.

I look up but regret it instantly. "Oh God," is all I can say.

"I...I...I can't come down so we'll... we'll just have to do it like this."

"What's going on?" I ask becoming very anxious.

"An apology. It's all true."

"Wh-what?"

"Everything they said about me. I invented Moriarty," he says glancing at something behind him.

"Why are you saying this?" I ask in disbelief.

"I'm a fake," he says, his voice breaking.

"Sherlock..." is all I say as I look up at my best friend.

"The newspapers were right all along," he says his voice becoming tearful, "I want you to tell Lestrade; I want you to tell Mrs. Hudson, and Molly... in fact, tell anyone who will listen to you that I created Moriarty for my own purposes."

"Okay, shut up, Sherlock, shut up. The first time we met... the very first time, you knew all about my sister right?" I ask trying to make sense of it all.

"Nobody could be that clever."

"You could," I say starring at him. I hear him laugh as a tear rolls down his cheek.

"I researched you. Before we met I discovered everything I could to impress you. It's a trick. Just a magic trick."

I close my eyes and shake my head in disbelief. How could he be saying this?

"No. All right, stop it now," I say angrily as I walk towards the hospital.

"No, stay exactly where you are. Don't move," he says urgently.

I step back, holding my hand up in capitulation. "All right."

Sherlock stretches his arm out to me. "Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, will you do this for me?

"Do what?" I ask.

"This phone call- it's er... it's my note. That's what people do, don't they? Leave a note?"

I move the phone away and shake my head again taking it all in.

"Leave a not when?"

"Goodbye, John."

I can't take it. I shake my head once more. "No. Don't," I said sternly trying to stop him. This couldn't be happening.

Sherlock gazed down at me a bit longer before throwing the phone onto the rooftop and gazes ahead. I almost drop my own phone.

"No! SHERLOCK!" I scream as he raises his arms and falls forwards. All I can do is stare in horror. "Sher..." I start to say, becoming dizzy. I think I might get sick.

I shot up from my bed I had just been sleeping in. I was drenched in sweat and had hot tears covering my face. I made a small inhuman noise as I remembered my dream. Third time this week I have had that nightmare. I pulled my knees to my chest a hugged them. It's been about a while year since The Fall.

"Why?" I whisper to myself. "Why did you have leave me like that?" I began to cry harder into my knees. "I didn't even say goodbye," I whisper. "I'll never see you again. You were my best friend... You were my true love but I never got to tell you." I sobbed quietly.

"Why, why, why," I keep reaping to myself. "Why, why, why,"

"Why did you have to go? Why didn't I tell you I loved you sooner? Why do I have to sleep and remember? Why am I still having nightmares about you? Why, why, why?"

Eventually I cry myself back to sleep, praying I don't have the same nightmare again soon.

AN: OMG guys! I made myself cry writing this:*( Tell me what you *sniff* thought.