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SNEAK PEEK Cue the pop music and circumstances! It’s a red-letter day for Rachel, Mercedes, Mike, Quinn and the rest of McKinley High’s seniors as they prepare to graduate in this week’s emotional season finale (Tuesday, 9/8c, Fox). and even though their plans for next season are still hush-hush, we can tell you some of the kids are heading off in surprising - but entirely fitting - new directions

Still from “Goodbye” in the newest issue of TV Guide, week of April 21-27, 2012

(Note: This is a bad scan, the real picture is much brighter. Also, note the time change for next week, one hour later)

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It’s a glimpse, nothing more. A flash of dark hair and high cheekbones and pale eyes. And John knows it’s insane, knows it’s impossible, but it looked exactly like him.

Their eyes meet for a second, and the pair on the other side of the tinted taxi window show no signs of recognition. But not for a moment does John let himself believe it could be anyone else. He simple didn’t see him in the crowd, or did not have time to react between recognising him and the car drifting smoothly around the corner.

He must believe these things, because he must believe in who it was in that cab.

There was no-one else like him. No-one else it could have been.

It was Sherlock.

It is all John can do not to drop his bags as he races around the corner, breathing that name repeatedly under his breath.  For the first time since Switzerland, he runs with no limp, he runs like he only ever did with Sherlock.

But even free from psychosomatic pain, he is not as fast as a car. He knows he will never catch it. “Sherlock… Sherlock…” he pants, even as he grinds to a halt in the middle of the road. He feels the name bubbling up inside him, becoming a shout as the car disappears.

“SHERLOCK!”

For several seconds, John just stands there, watching the point where the taxi disappeared. He is aware of people around looking at him, a car slowly pulling towards him, expecting him to move. He doesn’t care. It has just hit him, really, truly, that Sherlock Holmes is dead. He will never ride a London cab again, never look over the city with those cool, colourless eyes. No matter how hard John wishes, he will never come back.

The car behind him beeps its horn, and John limps away.

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Sherlock turns and watches the figure, once he is sure it can no longer see his face. It runs after him, mouth forming his name over and over. As he watches, a burning desire grows, and he wants nothing more than to stop the taxi, jump out and gather the man in his arms. He never meant to hurt anyone. He never meant for this.

“You know that guy?” the cabbie asks, noticing what Sherlock is staring at. “You want me to stop for him?”

Sherlock turns around, catching the driver’s eye in the mirror. “No, it’s fine. Keep driving.”

He has whipped out his phone before he even knows what he’s doing.

Take care of him.

- SH

He has already sent the message before he taps out an afterthought.

Please.

- SH

Seconds later, his phone chimes.

Already picked him up.  Have been following him since he left Baker Street.

- MH

And before he can even draw the breath to think of a reply, it seems that his brother also has more to say.

He’s crying.  I don’t know what to do.

- MH

There is anger in that message.  And desperation.  And remorse.  And most of all—there is guilt.  The words blur in his vision, and with trembling fingers, he wipes the tears that have dropped on the screen of his phone. 

Neither do I.

- SH

He never sends that last message.

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- Will you marry me?

After, John dreams of Sherlock. Not Sherlock falling, or the sound of his voice through a phone speaker. Thoes he think of when he is awake, uncontrolablly. When he dreams, it is always about the good times, early morning in front of the TV, or one of the very late brunches at Speddys, post-case-just-actually-slept style.

Then sometimes he dream of things that didn’t happen, could have but never did. And he wonder if it is better this way, not knowing. Or if it could not have happened after all. John was never sure of it. There were times that he felt as if instead of actually feeling this thing John does, Sherlock was just mirroring what John did, a counductor of light, too.

You are amazing. Brilliant. Fantastic.

John would not let himself think about that, though. It was a weird thing to obcesses on, and Sherlock would find out and laugh at him.

But now, weaking up from one of those dreams, he would give anything to have Sherlock laughing at him. Or even just to have a look at the man: in the middle of a case, a strang tangible energy that John learned to recognize even from afar; or launging on the sofa, looking at the bookcase up side down. Another perspective, John! Do you know the hunman brain recognize a face 4 times slower if it is up side down? Or Sherlock in one of his disguise, even if John doesn’t even know it was him, just somehow familiar. John would give any thing for a chance like that. Except he has nothing to give; nobody to give to.

But he would not have the nightmares back instead. Although they do, once in a while. He is not that low.

Also, he think he is allowed to be happy, if just a bit. Just this one bit. In his own dreams.

Now you’re breaking my heart ;__;

When I thought it couldn’t hurt much more than it already did…

What did my heart ever do to you!

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I just found this while looking for pictures.

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I’M GONNA GET NIGHTMARES FROM THIS SHIT.

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Another day, while we were waiting upstairs in the dressing rooms, Jodie and Michelle Dockery taught me the whole dance from Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” video. I won’t forget them performing that in their corsets and long skirts! That was very entertaining. I had to dance it in my britches and ridding boots.

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I like to think that Molly will watch over John, and that Sherlock really didn’t have to ask but did, nonetheless, on principle.
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