PLEASE READ: This is my first Sherlock story. Be kind to me...lol. kidding, if you hate it be honest! Reviews are great no matter what the content!
This story will be never ending. Seriously. It has a point and a buried story line but it won't come out for a while. This story isn't about the cases. This story is about John and Sherlock. Sherlock and John, however you want to say it. I won't stop posting once one problem is solved. No...this story is unlike any other. It's everlasting. Honestly. From one thing to the next, just as their lives would be in real life. Staring from the exact moment when the season ended, this is my interpretation of what happens.
Oh, one more thing...enjoy! And if you like what you read, check out my other works!
-Myelle White
WARNING: First, the story will dive into Sarah/ John and Sherlock/ Molly but I PROMISE IT WILL ENVENUTALLY BE SHERLOCK/JOHN!
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I knew how bad he wanted to shoot that damn bomb. My mind screamed at me, telling me it was for the best but part of me couldn't accept that.
He turned to me, silently asking if I was ready. I knew he was ready. He had probably expected to die the moment he decided to come here. At least he knew what he was getting into. I, on the other hand, was kidnapped, strapped to a bomb and told what to say. I wasn't ready.
Then I remembered the look that came into his eyes when I had taken Moriarty from behind and told him to run. Sherlock had been grateful. Touched. I guessed no one ever saw him clear enough to want to die for him. If Moriarty was right about one thing, it was that Sherlock had a heart. And that was it. I would die for him. What was wrong with me?
I only just met this man weeks ago but when I saw the red dots move from him to me, my heart nearly stopped. I wanted to scream and run to him...and I didn't know why.
So I nodded. I was ready to die. Maybe not for the world, which it would have come to eventually, but for him. Sherlock. My flatmate, colleague and best friend. It was a shame we would die here. We had barely just begun what could have been a great career together and it was shattering in front of us. One bullet would destroy two lives.
"You don't want to do that." Moriarty said.
"Why not? John and I are ready to give our lives if it means taking yours."
"No you're not."
There was a prolonged silence. I could tell Moriarty was getting uncomfortable. I was too, but at least I had good reason to be. For Christ's sake, I was just strapped to a bomb!
"If they shoot me," Sherlock began, "I simply shoot the bomb before every bit of my life is gone. You can't guarantee your escape Moriarty. In fact, I'd say there's zero chance of that happening."
"You can't escape either, Sherlock."
"I don't expect to leave here tonight."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. I didn't want to die, but I especially didn't want him to die. Sherlock did so much for London, and people didn't even know it! The man has a first rate mind and isn't afraid to dive into danger, as long as it involves saving someone else. He was a hero and no one would ever know.
I thought of Sarah then, for some unknown reason. She knew about what we did. Hell, she even experienced it! Things have slowed down between us lately-a lot. I wonder if she'll miss me. Probably not. I don't think I'll miss her. I'm not so into our relationship anymore.
I didn't love Sherlock, per se, but I certainly cared for him and his well being. Just friends wasn't strong enough to describe our bond anymore. Though he didn't always show it, I knew he cared too. Especially in the moment when he ripped the bomb off of me...his concern shone through his emotionless facade and in that single moment, I knew he had a heart. Once again, Moriarty was right about that.
It was all too strange, but I now believed that you could love someone without being in love with them.
"Even if you kill me, Sherlock, there are people who have instructions. Instructions to not only kill, but to torture everyone you care about."
"I don't care about anyone."
"Yes you do. What about John? If he doesn't die tonight, he will soon. Molly? Mycroft?"
"John is here with me. I don't have to worry about him. Mycroft can take care of himself, I'm very sure of that. Molly is completely innocent and you've hurt her enough by being her boyfriend. Don't you think you should cut her a break?"
"Never."
"Please, keep her out of this." Sherlock begged. I'd never seen him give so much as a second glance at the poor girl and now he was begging for her safety.
"No. You know what might be more fun? Torturing John here, since you care about him the most. You could watch, Sherlock. You'll like it."
"He's not even the one you want! I am!"
"But you would rather it be you than him and I can't be giving you what you and, now can I?"
Sherlock stayed silent. I believe I saw fear in his eyes, but it was gone before i could get a good look. He turned to me once again. We both knew Moriarty was serious. If we were going to die, however, might as well spare some of the pain and just shoot the bomb. It was certain to be better than anything the criminal had planned for us.
"Shoot the bomb. There's no guarantee that he won't kill everyone we know anyways and there's no guarantee that he will once we're dead." I said. "Sherlock, if we're dying anyways, we've got to bring him with us."
"You're right. John-"
"Yeah?"
"Goodbye. And thank you."
"Awww..." Moriarty started, "a sad ending for the sweet couple."
We ignored his joking.
"Goodbye Sherlock. It's been an honour."
Those were my last words to him? That's it? What about telling him how he saved me from destroying myself in self-hate and how he helped my fix my limp and even how he made me feel human again? I was no longer a soldier following orders and killing. I was freed because of him. And those were my last words...
I never had time to say anything else even if I wanted to.
Sherlock shot the bomb. The rest was black.
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ALSO! Because the story has no end...there really is no big ending. Well, there are lots along the way but there's ALWAYS room for suggestions. If you have something that you've wanted to see for a while, tell me! I'm more than willing to help you out.
-Myelle