Sherlock..........Who?

The Final Problem Part Four

JOHN: You made a confession ...............you said in your last breath that you loved Sherlock

SHERLOCK: John-

JENNY(deep breath): And I do

(The two lovers look at each other , John takes this moment to leave the two of them alone)

SHERLOCK: Jenny...

JENNY: I know ............ your married to your work, I just thought if my time was truly up you deserved to know.

SHERLOCK: Jenny.....

JENNY: Don't worry...... I'll sort my feelings out and everything will go back to normal...

(Sherlock moves one arm quickly to her waist pulling her off her feet and the other to her neck. Pulling her face close to his before placing his lips upon hers. There was no reaction for a few seconds, but then they both melted into the kiss as it got a little rougher. They both pulled away slowly breathing heavily. )

SHERLOCK: Will you for once just shut up

JENNY: You can talk you never shut up

( They both look at each other with a shy smile before leaning back into one another sharing a sweet kiss)

( A month later)

MRS HOLMES (offscreen, sounding shocked): Alive?! For all these years?

(She and her husband are in Mycroft's Diogenes office. Mycroft sits behind his desk and his father is sitting on a chair on the other side while Mrs Holmes stands at the other end of the desk staring in shock at her oldest son. Her younger son is standing at the far end of the room leaning against the closed office door with his arms folded around Jenny's waist and his head lowered, Jenny leaning against his chest her ankle in a white cast and bandages.)

MRS HOLMES (to Mycroft): How is that even possible?!

MYCROFT: What Uncle Rudy began ... (he hesitates slightly, his eyes lowered) ... I thought it best to continue.

MRS HOLMES (angrily): I'm not asking how you did it, idiot boy, I'm asking how could you?

MYCROFT: I was trying to be kind.

(He raises his eyes to hers at the end of his sentence.)

MRS HOLMES: Kind?! (She gasps in a pained breath.) Kind? (She becomes tearful as she continues.) You told us that our daughter was dead.

MYCROFT: Better that than tell you what she had become.

(She stares at him wide-eyed.)

MYCROFT: I'm sorry.

(His father stands up and leans his hands on the table.)

MR HOLMES: Whatever she became, whatever she is now, Mycroft ...

(Cut-away of a helicopter flying towards Sherrinford Island.)

MR HOLMES (offscreen): ... she remains our daughter.

MYCROFT: And my sister.

MRS HOLMES: Then you should have done better.

SHERLOCK (quietly): He did his best.

MRS HOLMES: Then he's very limited.

(Mycroft looks towards his brother, unable to meet his parents' eyes.)

MR HOLMES: Where is she?

(Cut-away of the helicopter coming in to land on the beach of the island.)