The John Watson Fall

Epilogue

Sherlock's hand shook as he turned the pill around in his fingers. He'd saved it for a while, planning to run tests on it. But what better way to test it, then on himself?

He brought the pill up to his lips. As he was about to bite down, the door swung open.

"Sherlock? Sherlock, what are you doing?" Molly dropped beside him.

"I need to leave," he said, barely above a whisper.

Molly took the pill from him. "Is this what John would have wanted>"

"John isn't here anymore." Sherlock covered his face with his hands, shaking with every strangled sob.

Molly tentatively put her hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "But he is, Sherlock." She put her other hand over his heart. "He's in here."

"I don't know if anyone's told you, Molly, but I don't have one of those."

"Yes, you do. That's why it hurts."

Sherlock took a shaky breath. "I want it to stop hurting."

"What do you need?"

Sherlock looked her in the eye. "I need you."