Author's Note: If you haven't read my One Shot "I Believe In Sherlock Holmes" I recommend that you do, as this is sort of based off of it. This fic goes hand in hand with it. Also, this is my first multi-chapter that has Sherlock characters. I am going to try my best to keep them very much in character, but I make no promises. I hope that you enjoy! Ratings and reviews are very much appreciated! Also, it is rated M for later chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. All credit goes to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and BBC.

Chapter Warnings: Mention of suicide

Sherlock Holmes was a great man. He may have been rude at times, but he was honest, which is more than most people can say. He was a happy man, and he didn't need someone else to make him feel complete. In fact, Sherlock Holmes believed that sentiment was a chemical defect found on the losing side. He had never truly cared for anyone, other than Mrs. Hudson (his landlady, whom he saw as a second mother) until he met Doctor John Watson.

John Watson changed everything for Sherlock Holmes. For as long as Sherlock could remember, he had imagined a solitary life, one where he worked on solving cases and crimes by himself. But the moment John entered his life, that changed. Within twenty-four hours of meeting John, Sherlock had taken him on a case and had his life saved by John. It was when the bullet, from John's gun, hit the cabbie in front of Sherlock that he realized that he needed John Watson in his life. It was that moment that Sherlock realized a solitary life was not what he needed.

Sherlock and John. John and Sherlock. They were a pair, two parts of a whole. Everyone knew it except Sherlock and John. It was rare to see either of them without the other. It really wasn't a surprise that everyone thought that they were together. Especially if you were lucky enough to catch them staring at one another when they thought no one (especially the other) was looking. Everyone could see that they wanted each other, except the two of them.

Well, that's not completely true. John knew that he was in love with Sherlock. And Sherlock knew that he was in love with John. But they didn't know about the other's feelings. In some ways this wasn't a surprise. After all, John was under the assumption that Sherlock couldn't feel love. And Sherlock was under the impression that John was straight, as John always told anyone who would listen that he wasn't gay.

Sherlock and John lived together for a year and a half, solving crimes and cases together. John dated many women over that period of time, but none of them seemed to last more than a few dates. This was mostly Sherlock's fault, after all, he would do anything he could to sabotage the dates. Anything and everything from constantly texting John to actually showing up on the date. He made no attempt to remember any of their names, or anything about them.

Sherlock and John were happy, for the most part. This was until Jim Moriarty showed up in their lives, determined to destroy Sherlock. The first time that Moriarty threatened John's life, he did so by strapping bombs to his chest. After that, Sherlock vowed that he would never let any harm come to John. And after that, Moriarty knew the way to destroy Sherlock.

When Moriarty told Sherlock that he would "burn the heart out of him" Sherlock knew that John and his career were in danger. John and his career were the two most important things in Sherlock's life, though John was more important that his career. That was why Sherlock knew that he needed a plan. That was why Sherlock knew that Moriarty would force him to kill himself.

Sherlock planned his suicide, knowing that one day he would have to die. He knew only a public place would be suitable for what he had planned and he knew that John would have to see it. He was doing it for John, to protect John. If John believed he was dead, then everyone else would believe he was dead too. Everyone except Molly that was. Molly was the only person he told his true plan to. Sherlock planned to fake his death, putting John out of danger, and being able to take down the rest of Moriarty's web in secret. Molly was the person he had help him.

For the next year and a half after Sherlock faked his death, he worked on taking down Moriarty's web, and had nearly finished when he got a single phone call. A phone call that would change his life. He had given Molly a number that she could call in case of emergency or if something happened to John. He had assumed that the phone would never ring, so when it did, he dropped everything that he was doing and answered the phone. "Hello? Molly?" He asked into the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Molly let out a soft sigh of relief when Sherlock answered. She had honestly been worried that Sherlock wouldn't answer. "Sherlock... It's John. He's in the hospital, in a coma. He attempted suicide," she quaked, unsure how Sherlock would take the news. Would he come home? Would he stay away? Would he blame himself?

Sherlock's hand shook just slightly. "What hospital?" He whispered, not quite trusting his voice. John had attempted suicide. Why? It c couldn't be his fault, could it? Of course it was! He had left his best friend. He had killed himself in front of John!

That wasn't what Molly was expecting to hear from Sherlock. "He's at St. Bart's," she replied quickly, knowing that Sherlock wouldn't want her to beat around the bush. "They aren't sure he's going to wake, Sherlock." Molly swallowed loudly after giving Sherlock that piece of information.

"I'll be there in an hour, Molly," was Sherlock's reply before the line went dead. As Sherlock set the phone down, he took a deep breath. He was going home. He was finally going home. It might not have been under the best circumstances, but he was finally going home.