Sherlock knew that he could go see John, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. John deserved a clean break. He probably had stopped thinking about Sherlock, so there was no need to remind him again.
But that didn't mean that he would watch. Sherlock used the scrying crystal to observe John. He watched as the man became a doctor, got married, had a child. He seemed happy, getting on with the life that he would have had if Sherlock hadn't robbed him of almost 5 years of his life in Hell.
Sherlock didn't care that some of the gods were going down to the Overworld and getting close to the mortals. After John left, he didn't set foot there. He couldn't. He just couldn't be in the place that John was without being with him.
And so he watched John grow old. His child got married and had a child of her own, a boy they named after his grandfather. He watched John's wife get sick and die. He personally ferried her to the Pool of Souls once she arrived in Hell.- it was the least that he could do for John.
And then, years later when John's grandson was married and about to start a family of his own, John got sick.
He was not long for this world. And that was when Sherlock finally decided to see him, to help him shuffle off the mortal coil.
He took a shape he hadn't taken in close to 50 years, the mortal version of himself, tall and thin, in a black bespoke suit and a long black coat.
He walked into the hospital room where John lay, quiet and dying.
"Hello, John." he said, softly, to the sleeping man.
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But that didn't mean that he would watch. Sherlock used the scrying crystal to observe John. He watched as the man became a doctor, got married, had a child. He seemed happy, getting on with the life that he would have had if Sherlock hadn't robbed him of almost 5 years of his life in Hell.
Sherlock didn't care that some of the gods were going down to the Overworld and getting close to the mortals. After John left, he didn't set foot there. He couldn't. He just couldn't be in the place that John was without being with him.
And so he watched John grow old. His child got married and had a child of her own, a boy they named after his grandfather. He watched John's wife get sick and die. He personally ferried her to the Pool of Souls once she arrived in Hell.- it was the least that he could do for John.
And then, years later when John's grandson was married and about to start a family of his own, John got sick.
He was not long for this world. And that was when Sherlock finally decided to see him, to help him shuffle off the mortal coil.
He took a shape he hadn't taken in close to 50 years, the mortal version of himself, tall and thin, in a black bespoke suit and a long black coat.
He walked into the hospital room where John lay, quiet and dying.
"Hello, John." he said, softly, to the sleeping man.