|Hey what the heck, let's just get up to 300 pts and then the limit increases, yes?|
Post-Reichenbach WIPAuthor's Note: This WIP has been adapted from a RP I am currently still doing with my friend, Emma. She is John, and I'm Sherlock (and Mycroft).Post-Reichenbach WIP by ~VerkaTheMegastar
"I don't expect you to read this, obviously. I miss you." John texted. It had been three years since he had watched his best friend--his secret love--jump to his death from the roof of St. Barts.
He missed Sherlock every day. Lost in thought, he barely noticed when his phone beeped. He read the message and nearly dropped his phone.
John. I'm still alive. - SH
This had to be a joke. Nothing more than a cruel joke.
What?! This is a trick. I saw Sherlock fall to his death! I demand to know who