John stood above the marble grave, looking down at Sherlock Holmes' name.

"You told me once that you weren't a hero… um.. there were times I didn't even think you were human, but, let me tell you this; you were the best man and human… human being I've ever known, and no-one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, that's… uh. There."

"I was so alone, and I owe you so much."

"Look, please, there's just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don't. Be. Dead. Would you do that, just for me, just… stop it. Stop this!"

Sherlock stares at John from a distance, giving John still no indication of his continued life, yet whispering so softly that Sherlock himself could barely hear it. "John.."

"Sh-sherlock... I-I couldn't say it. The simple words of life that I wanted to tell you I-...I couldn't, and I'm sorry for that. I could never say that I-...dammit, Sherlock! I can't even say it to your grave. Sherlock I- I..." he clears his throat, reaching down to touch the top of Sherlock's grave. "... Okay fine, look, I...love you, Sherlock. I mean, you of all people. Why did it have to be you? Oh, the great Sherlock Holmes, the most brilliant man in London... but now...now you're gone, and now I can never tell you." A single tear streams down his cheek, falling onto a stray petal on the ground. "I'll never let go you bastard. Do you hear me!? I'll never let go."

Sherlock steps out from behind the tree, his expression as unreadable as ever. It was as though he had never left John and went tumbling down the side of a building- as though he had never told John that he'd lied to him since the day they met- as though he only had been away for a matter of minutes. "Yes, I can hear you John, there's no need to shout."

John looked up to see where the voice had come from, seeing Sherlock standing there without a care in the world."Sh-sherlock? Sherlock?! SHERLOCK!? What the hell are you doing here? You're dea- you're supposed to be dead! I SAW you jump. I saw you die. I saw your bloody, motionless body on the pavement. I saw you be taken away. You can't be here!"

Sherlock smirked that all-knowing smirk of his, walking the slightest bit closer. "Oh, really now John, surely you can deduce from me being here that I'm not actually dead." Sherlock glanced at the grave then back at John before continuing. "Yes, you're right, I really CAN'T be here. I shouldn't be visiting my own grave, one might end up thinking I've come back from the grave, what a ridiculous idea. Can't have that." Sherlock gave the grave one more glance almost nervously. "I should go."

"Wait Sherlock, did you...did you just hear all that? What I just said?"

Sherlock pauses and turns around, not looking him in the eye. "Which bit? Oh, um, yes. Actually. I heard you. I know eavesdropping isn't decent, but you were being quite loud and I couldn't help but overhear it."

John's cheeks burn bright red. "Well then," He gulped, nervously coughing to shake it off. "just forget I said anything...um..." John was speechless. "So tell me, why did you do it, and why show me that you're alive now? Doesn't that...ruin your plans or something?"

Sherlock turned back and around towards the parking lot, to prevent John from seeing his expression past his popped collar. "Jim Moriarty had me trapped on that rooftop. The only way to stop you, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson from getting sniped was to commit suicide and let everyone think I'd been a fake." He looked back at John in the eyes, his own eyes unwavering. "I hadn't intended to tell you...it's just that I saw you, um. I saw you crying and..um. What I mean, John, is that despite what Lestrade, the others, and even *I* may say at times, I do have a heart and I-...I do care." With that Sherlock gave John one last pleading look before turning back around and beginning to walk away. "Do not follow me, John. I have to leave."

John stood there confused, not knowing how o react or what to do. 'Why would he not want him to come with him? He could help him. He didn't just want to let him go like that, but Sherlock said "Do not follow me..." I should know by now to trust him, but...it's hard- just letting him go and get get out of my grasp once more...'

Sherlock thought a great many things over before deciding to text John from his phone the next day:

/Baker Street. Come if convenient. -SH/

Sherlock pauses a moment after sending the text, adding this on as an afterthought:

/Could be dangerous. -SH/

2 Minutes later, Sherlock received a response saying:

/I know. I'll be there in 5 minutes. -JW/

Sherlock stood in the shared flat of 221B Baker Street, playing a song of his own making on his violin to help him think things out.

'I need to leave John alone. If I were to attempt to contact him it would put his life at risk, yet still...I'm..'

Watson walks up the stairs but pauses when he hears the violin. He opens the door as he used to, then closes the door behind him and takes off his coat to hang it up. He turns around to finally look at Sherlock.

Sherlock finishes his song a short while after John sits down. Setting his violin down, but keeping the bow in hand, Sherlock looks John dead in the eye. "John...you must understand that you cannot give anyone you know any indication that you know I'm still alive."

"I know, Sherlock. I would never do that, you know that, right?" Watson looks back at Sherlock in the eye, as if knowing that Sherlock is reading him and knows he is telling the truth. "You trust me, right Sherlock?"

"Of course." Sherlock began fiddling with his bow nervously, pacing about the room, continuously switching his glances from where he was going to John and back. "John, I obviously brought you here to give you some important information that cannot be conveyed by any other means." Sherlock began, sitting back down in a plain and futile attempt to calm himself and keep his logic going.

"Despite this meeting, I want you to know that we will not be able to keep in much contact due to the present circumstances." Sherlock looked down and away and picked up a glass swan that had been sitting on the table in curiosity, the swan suddenly incredibly amazing and distracting. "I also thought it would interest you to know that _." Sherlock quieted his voice and spoke faster with his last three words, so much to a point where John couldn't even guess at what he had said.

"I'm sorry Sherlock, I can't hear you. Could you say that last part again?"

Sherlock sighed and set the swan down, taking a renewed interest in his bow, examining the hairs close-up. "Obviously, I said _."

"Sherlock, I can't hear you. You have to speak up, for Christ sake."

"Damn it, Watson, can't you simply deduce what I'm trying to say? Ugh." Sherlock sighed frustratedly and took out his phone, texting out a message to John.

When Watson pulled out his own phone to look at the message, it read:

/I love you. -SH/

Watson was surprised. He didn't think Sherlock would return his feelings. Watson looked straight at him. "Um... y-you" John cleared his throat "love me?" he felt happy and warm inside but also really quite confused. 'Why would Sherlock love me? Knowing Sherlock it...It just doesn't make sense.'

Sherlock stood up and walked over to Watson, gently and ever-so gracefully dropping his hand down to grasp John's hand, pulling their hands together in a manner that would allow John to feel his pulse, bending down to his eye level. "Don't be ordinary, John. You should be able to deduce that. My pulse is speeding and my pupils are dilated, what do you think that means?" While Sherlock was saying these logical things, still his eyes were continuously glancing down to Watson's lips. With their close proximity, it would only take the slightest effort...- Sherlock cleared his throat and backed away, seemingly having regained his mind. "I should think it obvious, Watson. Elementary."

((Author's note: So, sorry if there are some spelling/grammar errors, I don't write very often. This is actually a edited transcript of my friend and I roleplaying over facebook, so hopefully it isn't too confusing or too dialogue-filled. If anyone has anything to say that might be helpful to make the writing better, let me know! :D I always appreciate someone willing to assist!))