they were just kids. john didn't understand that his best friend had gotten sick, he just thought that was they way he looked since he was already pale and boney. the trip to the hospital, john thought he was seeing his grandmother, but he wasn't. he was seeing his best friend who's last wish was to see him.

"what are we doing here, mummy?" john asked his mother as they walked off the elevator and to the pedeatric section.

"we're seeing sherlock." his mother responded in that mother tone. she was sad about it, but she smiled down at her son.

"but he's not in the hospital." the little boy said, confused. "mrs holmes said he had the flu. he's at home, not here."

mrs watson sighed and kept quiet as they walked to sherlock's room, letting john walk in first. john climbed up into the chair and looked at his best friend who had gotten thinner and paler since the last time he saw him, which was last week. his head wasn't covered with his thick set of curls, instead it was covered in a turban with bees on it.

"what's wrong?" john asked his friend, frowning.

"i'm sick." sherlock said hoarsly, looking at his friend.

"can we still play?" john asked and took off the small red bookbag he had on.

sherlock smiled and nodded. he struggled to sit up, but did with the help of his mother. "what did you bring?" he asked.

john smiled and pulled out the two small cardboard swoards that they had made and decorated, setting them on the bed. "or i have these." john said and took out some action figures. "i made sure to bring doctor strange." john said and gave the figure to sherlock.

sherlock smiled and took it. "thank you, john."

the two mothers sat in chairs and watched their sons play for probably the last time. the doctors had found a brain tumor in sherlock's head, and it was a butterfly tumor and it was spreading quickly because it was at it's final stages. it was too late to save the boy, so they gave him a hospital room, a lot of drugs and just let it slowly take him. sherlock knew he was dying. the nine year old knew too much for a boy his age and he wasn't scared of dying. he was scared about leaving his best friend. he didn't know if john would understand him dying, but he hoped he would. sometimes john wasn't the brightest, but he was smart most the time. the boys played until sherlock started to get tired. mrs watson helped her son pack his toys up then let him say goodbye to sherlock. john thought it was odd that sherlock hugged him longer than usual, but he accepted it.

"mummy." john asked as he pulled on the hem of his mother's sweater. "where's sherlock?" he asked and looked up at her.

mrs watson smiled down at him, not wanting to tell her son that his best friend had died last night. "why don't you go inside and play with harry?" she asked.

"okay." john said then ran back into the house.

mrs watson stood from her crouching position in the flower bed and looked across the street. the holmeses were unloading from their car, all mouring. mrs holmes was sobbing into her husband and the oldest, mycroft, was following behind them. mrs watson picked up the vase of flowers she cut and walked back into her house, being welcomed by her children fighting over the tv remote. she took it and put it on the news, locking the channel. her kids whined and harry went upstairs while john climbed up onto the couch, watching the news. mrs watson kissed her son's head before going into the kitchen to start dinner.

at bedtime, john asked again, "mummy where's sherlock?"

mrs holmes sat on the edge of her son's bed and sighed. "remember when grandpa went up to live with the angels in heaven?" she asked, trying to be subtle.

john nodded. "granny said it was better up there."

mrs watson smiled slightly. "that's where sherlock is." she said. "he's living with the angels."

john's eyes got big as they started to tear up. "but... he's too young!" john cried. "he can't be living with them yet!"

mrs watson pulled her son into her lap and let him cry. she let him cry then he fell asleep in her arms and she didn't want to leave him alone, so she carried him to her room and let him sleep in her bed, getting woken up three times by him screaming and crying in his nightmare.

the funeral service was held at the holmes' house and john was to stay upstairs while it was going on because he had a huge fit when he asked if he could play with sherlock and mrs watson had to explain to him that he had died, but he didn't believe her. now he sat at the top of the stair case, watching everyone below. when people started to disappear, john wondered downstairs and followed everyone out the back door and too the yard. everyone was sitting and there was a black rectangular box with the priest from their chruch standing next to it with his bible open. john wondered down the asiel and everyone stared at him. he walked up to the casket and got on his toes, looking down at his friend.

"why is he sleeping?" john asked. "sherlock. wake up." he said a poked his friend.

mr holmes got up from his seat and picked up the boy. "come on, john." he said softly.

some how, john slipped out of the elder man's grip and ran back up to the casket. "sherlock! wake up!" he cried. "wake up!" he screamed. he turned around with his face red and eyes puffy. "why won't he wake up?" he asked.

mr holmes grabbed the boy again and carried him inside with his mother following behind quickly. he set him down on the sofa then went back outside, leaving him with his mother.

"sherlock is dead." mrs watson said softly to her son. "he's not going to wake up." she tried to hug her son, but he pushed her away and ran to the front door. the ten year old pulled the large door opened and sprinted to the house across the street, going to the back yard. he climbed up the oak tree that had a small tree house built into it, crawling into the tree house. he shut the latch and locked it, making sure no one could get in. he sat in the corner in his chair and looked at the empty one across him where his friend would sit. john pulled his knees to his chest and hugged himself, crying into his knees.

so i never finished this and i really don't have the nerve to