June 23, 2012
There’s a long list of things Sherlock had wished he’d done before he’d decided that leaping off the rooftop of St. Bart’s was a good plan. Like warning Mrs. Hudson about what he’d left in the fridge, or the unsolved case files he’d taken from one of Lestrade’s desk drawers and taken the liberty of solving for the Yard. Mostly the list comprises of things he wishes he’d told John.
Like how sorry he is for that time at Dartmoor, or all the other times he should have asked for permission before going off and just…
He considers saying something for exactly three seconds, crossing lines off the list one by one, marking each one with he knows, he knows. In the end he settles for “goodbye, John.”
He hears a “no” from the other end before he unceremoniously tosses the phone behind him, to right beside where Moriarty’s corpse should be.
He knows, Sherlock thinks. And then, he jumps.