A/N: And this is the end. For now. I will write a sequel and make all the Johnlock fans especially happy. And the next one is pretty angst free. Though the way my muse is going, I don't think I can guarantee that. See you in December for the Case of the Three Garridebs re-imagined as the Three Guillams (hey if Steven and Mark can do it than so can I, lol).

Mr. Millerton and Trevor were arrested. Last Sherlock heard was that Mrs. Trevor was divorcing her husband and suing him for what he did their son. They got a new assistant headmaster one Alec MacDonald, an old friend of the headmaster.

The rest of the year was quiet and calm. Sherlock described it as hateful. John was grateful. Mary and he fell into a pattern, moving in sync. When Sherlock had dark days, or as Mycroft called them 'danger nights', John would stay with his roommate and distract him and Mary would hang out with Molly. The side effect of this, however was that it sometimes drove Greg into their room for company. They never gave him a new roommate and sometimes the silence drove him to seek out whatever company he could find.

Most nights they would just talk as they learned the hard way that you couldn't play games with Sherlock Holmes. It wasn't that he cheated, exactly but you couldn't hide anything from him and it made playing anything but games of chance, nearly impossible and of course they refused to speak of the Cluedo incident. Sherlock still maintained that it was Dr. Black. John and Greg insisted that it was impossible for the victim to have done it.

Summer vacation came and John was excited, he was going to spend a couple weeks at Sherlock's with only Mycroft as chaperone. Sherlock assured him that with Mycroft working it wouldn't be much of a baby-sitter. The only watch words were no drinking and no setting the house on fire. John laughed when he heard that. He could live with those rules.

But first he was he was going to spend the day with Mary. They had the whole day planned. A picnic, a walk around the park, dinner and a movie. He was super excited. That morning his sister decided that she wanted to dye her bubblegum pink, get a nose ring and a dragon tattooed on her ass. So he was late getting out the house. He tried calling her but it went straight to voicemail. He kept trying as he took the train to her neighborhood but each time it went to voicemail.

By this time John had started to panic. He called Sherlock.

"Hey, Sherlock."

"Oh, hey John. What's up? I thought you were hanging out with Mary today." His best friend droned, sleepily.

"I was but I've been calling her all morning and she hasn't answered."

"Oh. That's not good. What do you need?" Sherlock immediately picked up on the distress in John's voice.

"It might be nothing but could you meet me at the station?"

"And if it is nothing, I'll have wasted a trip." Sherlock complained.

"I'll buy your ticket back, I promise." John was starting to get desperate.

"I'll have Huston drive me there. Give me the name of the station and I'll make sure to meet you as soon as I can."

"Thanks Sherlock. I hope you're right and I'm just being stupid about the whole thing."

"You're never stupid, John. You've got good instincts, trust them."

John murmured his agreement and then rung off. He fiddled with his phone. He had left several messages and sent so many texts but the constant lack of response made John twitchy. His hand began to shake and knee bounced up and down.

Just as the train was pulling into the station his phone beeped. He jumped and quickly checked it.

I'm here John -SH

It wasn't the response he had been hoping for but it was close enough. Just having Sherlock solidly by his side would help him weather whatever storm was coming his way. And he could feel it brewing. It was a burning in the pit of his stomach, a twisting feeling. He couldn't shake it.

He stepped off the train and saw the tall dark-haired youth waiting. John hurried over.

"Oh, thanks, Sherlock. I really appreciate this. I owe you one. A big one." John breathed.

"You don't owe me anything, John. If anything I've barely made a dent in what I owe you. This," he waved his hand, "this is nothing. A mere drop in the bucket." John chuckled at the reference to their first case and Sherlock smiled, letting his friend know it was deliberate.

"Lead the way!" Sherlock declared imperiously. John laughed and lead the way out of the station. He'd visited Mary before during spring break and knew the way. Sherlock followed behind, strangely feeling a similar sense of dread.

Their fears were confirmed when smoke billowed up from where Mary's house should have been. John looked back at Sherlock and they both broke into a run. As they neared the house, they could clearly see the blacken shell of what use to be the Morstan residence.

A fire marshal saw them and called them to a halt.

"Hey where do you think you two are going?"

"Is she okay? Is she alright?" John asked, panic over taking his reason

"Is who okay?" The marshal asked.

"You'll excuse my friend, we are school friends of the girl who lives here."

"She was my girlfriend!" John protested.

The fire marshal ran a hand over his face, his face as ashen as the burnt out husk behind him.

"Oh, man. I'm sorry, kid. No one in the house survived." And then both he and Sherlock rushed to John's side as he crumpled to ground. He began wailing 'no' over and over.

"Is he okay?" the marshal asked Sherlock.

"No. They were the perfect couple. They moved in sync, finished each others sentences, cute without being forceful or disgusting about it. You would have never met a closer couple than John and Mary." John broke down into incoherent sobs.

"Wow. Does he need a doctor or something?" the marshal asked.

Sherlock shook his head. "His dad is a doctor. I'll just take him home." The marshal nodded and moved back over to his companions, no doubt telling them about the boy and his heartbreak.

Sherlock called Huston back and knelt on the ground next to John. He put his arms around John's shoulders and began to rock him back and forth.

"Shh... John. I'm here. I'm here for you." John grabbed the lapels of Sherlock's coat and held on for dear life. Sherlock buried his face into his friends hair and continued to hold on as if John's life depended on it.

He sent a text to Mycroft explaining what happened and that John would becoming over a day early.

I will take care of everything -M

Thank you, My -SH

He looked down at his friend and wondered if this is what he looked like to John when Victor broke it off. If wishes came true and there were such things as miracles, I would wish that this had never happened to you. You deserve happiness in a way I can never have. This was never suppose to happen to you.

The car pulled up and Sherlock nudged John. "The car is here. Come on. We'll get you home and get you things. You'll be staying with me."

John just nodded and struggled to stand and was finally able to with Sherlock's help. The drive home was silent as John lay on Sherlock's lap, weeping into his coat. Sherlock kept a light hand on friend's shoulder the whole ride, just to let John know he was there.

The summer had started with a bright future and ended with a burned husk of a boy who had never truly known hardship and two broken hearts beating in time with each other.