Yeah.. This is the last part of this story!

Warning: Depression and Suicide. If this triggers you.. please don't read.

Sherlock's POV

Of course there will be more. Why did I ever think that it is over.

"Alright. Just go with it. I've already seen a lot of weirdness." I say.

Future Sherlock nods and gets ready to teleport them away. "I'm warning you. You wouldn't like it. I didn't like it." He whispers and teleported them.

~The future. St. Bart's Hospital~

Sherlock opens his eyes and looks around. "This is.. St. Bart's... What's wrong?" I ask, confused on what I'm suppose to look at.

Future Sherlock looks at me and points behind me. I turn around and see Future John with shock and fear on his eyes. He's on his phone and is staring upwards, at the roof of the hospital. I follow his gaze and my expression suddenly matched his. There, on the rooftop, is me. Standing on the edge, crying but he seems to be mad, also on his phone. My gaze exchange between John and Future me. John is shaking his head violently and future me is saying something to John angrily. And just like that, 'Sherlock' jumps on the roof.

"Sherlock!!" John screams as he runs towards the hospital.

Me and Ghost Sherlock follows John. When we get there, John is kneeling beside 'Sherlock's' body, cradling him like a baby. John hugs me tightly, sobbing sadly and bitterly.

"Sherlock! No! Please.. Don't be dead! Please! Wake up! Let these be a dream..!!" John screams and punches the ground.

I look at John and then Ghost Sherlock. "What.. what just happen?" I ask, shock written on my face.

"You jumped of the roof of this hospital for John. You had a showdown with Moriarty. He threaten to kill John if you wouldn't jump." Ghost Sherlock says, still staring at John.

"What? How did Moriarty catch me? I'm not that stupid." I say.

"Yeah. But you let your confidence take over. You heard from Lestrade that Moriarty is tracked on St. Bart's so you, being foolish, went alone. John tried to stop you but you pushed him away and talked bad about him again.

"But.. John still followed me. Then, why did I have to jump? And why do I seem to be angry?"

"Yeah. You were trying to make John hate you before you die. You want him to move on about you easily. But oh how wrong you are." He says, finally looking at me.

"What do you mean?" And with that question, the world spin again and now we are at Baker Street. John is sitting on his chair, staring at my chair with sadness. There is a gleam on his eyes that I feel weird about. After 15 minutes of me staring at John while he is staring at my chair, He stand up and goes down the stairs. Where is he going? 'Sherlock' teleported us on St. Bart's again, this time, on the rooftop. John is on the edge, looking down below. What is he doing? Please don't tell me.. My thoughts were interrupted by John.

"Sherlock.. I know that you can't hear me anymore. But just so you know.. I will never believe any of what you told me. I will also never forget you. Y-you know that even if you are mean and never treated me like a friend, I will always be your friend. Always. Never gonna change. I miss you already and you were only gone for a week. I miss you and I..." He trails off and he looks down again. He's at the same spot where I jumped. "I can't live without you Sherly. Remember that nickname. I used to call you that when we were kids. I-I love you Sherlock." He finishes his speech and take a deep breath.

He what? He likes me... No.. loves me... He loves me too. He loves me back. I look at him, just in time that he jumped off the roof.

"John! No!!" I scream. I run on the edge and looks at my blogger falling to his death. I close my eyes and clench my fists tightly. I open my eyes again and see John laying motionless on the ground, a crowd surrounding him.

'Sherlock' looks at me and teleports us back in my timeline. I drop on my knees and let all my tears fall. Not holding back anymore. "I can change my future right? Please tell me! I can change it!" I yell angrily at 'Sherlock' but mostly at myself.

'Sherlock' didn't say anything and just disappeared into thin air. I stay on the floor, kneeling and crying.

~Morning~

I wake up when the sun's ray is directed into my face. I didn't even realize that I fell asleep. I stand up and look at myself on the mirror. My eyes are red from the crying that I did and it has dark bags under it but I don't care. I have to talk to John.

I quickly run downstairs, grab my coat, and leave the flat. I didn't bother to comb my hair, brush my teeth, or take a shower. People are looking at me weirdly because of it by I don't care. I slow down a little when I realize that I don't know where Harry's flat is. I stop and smack my head on the nearest wall.

"Uhmm.. are you okay, sir?" A male voice ask.

"No! I am not okay! Wanna know why?! I have to stop someone I love from leaving me alone fore-" I stop myself and look at the man I'm rambling on.

John looks at me with a surprised look. "Sherlock?"

"John..." I say at him, my voice trembling a little.

"Yeah.. Where are you going? You're usually still asleep. Also, I'll get my stuff now." John says, trying to get the sadness out of his voice, which he miserably failed on doing so.

"No wait, John." I say, grabbing his hand.

John looks back at me. "Yeah? What's wrong?"

"Please..don't leave me.." I say, looking at his beautiful brown eyes.

"Don't waste your time on me. Go look for the someone who will leave you alone. The one you love?" John says. "Congratulations anyway. You found someone." He adds

Sherlock chuckles at John's obliviousness. The chuckle makes him even more confuse.

"Something.. funny?" He asks.

"Yes. The one I love is oblivous to the obvious." I answer, smiling.

John looks around. I assume that he's trying to find the "someone" I'm talking about. I continue staring at him with a smile on my face. He finally look at me. We continue staring at each other. We do that a lot of times but this time, it's not only John's eyes that are filled with love, so are mine. We continue are staring contest with me smiling at John while the ex-soldier looks at me with confusion. That is until his eyes widen and mouth open.

"S-so.. you mean... I'm the one you..." John says, gulping.

"Love. Yes." I nod and grin.

John takes a deep breath and step closer to me. Then, he kissed me softly. I sigh in relief and kisses back, wrapping my arms around his neck while his own wrap on my waist. I hear people clapping and/or cheering but neither I or John care. We slowly pull away from each other. Big grins are etched on our faces.

"I love you Sherlock. Merry Christmas." He says lovingly and hugs me.

"I love you too John. Merry Christmas." I hug him back and pull him close.

The end! Wow that's longer than I thought. Well, I hope you enjoy and leave some request. I don't mind what fandom that is, I'm fine with anything. Bye!