"Sherlock! What's going on? I got a text and -"

"John. John listen to me." Sherlock could feel a tear running down his cheek, "Look after Mary and Ally. But most importantly, yourself. You deserve everything."

"Why are you saying all this?" John was staring up at his friend on the rooftop. This was all too familiar.

"I'm sorry John."

"No. Tell my why. Why are you doing this again?"

"I'm doing it for you." Sherlock heard the faint laughter of Moriarty from behind him.

"What? Explain."

"John. This is the last time I'm going to talk to you. The last time I'm going to hear your voice."

"No," John didn't believe him, "You've done this before. This is one of your little magic tricks."

"Not this time John."

"I don't believe you."

"John." Sherlock chocked on his tears, "I'm doing this for you and Mary. So you two can be together."

"John," Sherlock began, "I -"

"You what?" Sherlock could hear John crying down the phone. He had caused that. He had caused the pain that his best friend was feeling. How could he tell him now?

"I'm sorry."

"Jim!" Shouted a familiar voice from behind the pair. They both turned around to see Ally. She looked pale and cold.

"Ally?" Moriarty said. Suddenly, Ally collapsed. Her knees gave in and she slowly fell to the ground. The normally evil psychopath ran over to her. He threw his gun on the floor and held Ally in his arms. She was still breathing. Jim breathed a sigh of relief before rocking her back and forth to try and wake her up. He stroked her face with his hand. Sherlock watched as he suddenly realised something. It was staring him right in the face the whole time. Moriarty would do anything for Ally. Anything at all just to make her happy. Jim Moriarty loved Ally Watson.

"Sherlock? What's going on?" John asked through his tears.

"When somebody loves someone," Sherlock began, "they would do anything to make sure they were happy. Right?"

"Sherlock?" John's voice was shaking.

"Right or wrong?"

John took a deep breath. "Right."

"Well then." Sherlock said through tears, "John Hamish Watson, I love you."

"What? Sherlock?" John whispered.

"Sherlock?" Jim asked from behind him.

"Goodbye John." Sherlock said before dropping his phone and holding out his arms. This had all happened before. He was prepared for what was going to happen next. Everybody watched as the detective began to fall off the building. Moriarty, John and the two Doctors saw him plummet to his death. No one could stop him. It had already happened.

Sherlock's body hit the pavement violently. The blood drained out of him like a waterfall. John rushed over to him and held his friend in his arms. He hugged him tightly before whispering in his ear, "I love you too, William Sherlock Scott Holmes." The tears poured out of his eyes. He could do nothing to prevent it, so he just let it happen... Like he let Sherlock jump.