I don't own Sherlock or the characters :C

When you were little, you showed your emotions freely. You were clever and happy, unaware of the trials your intelligence would bring you later in life. Your brother loved you, together you played games of intellect and deduction, you knew he loved to find another soul like his own.

On your first day of school you had your first heartbreak. Your teacher called you a freak, behind your back, but you heard it. Your games of deduction here were not welcome. The other students avoided you as you grew older, they thought you were strange. Again, that word, Freak. You tried so hard to make friends, those who did not think you were freakish, believed that you were arrogant. That you thought because of your intelligence, you were better than them. You were smarter. But brains was not everything to you. You were lonely, without friends. No one bothered to get to know you.

Come Secondary School you had given up trying. You placed the first bricks in your wall. You had become cynical, no longer caring what the others thought of you. You enjoyed pissing many of them off, those that teased you. Those that teased others. More and more bricks were placed in your wall. And in front of the wall, you wore your mask. Two impenetrable forces. Your mask rarely slipped, you played the jerk, you were cold, indifferent. You didnt care if they thought you a sociopath or a bastard. In fact you encouraged it. They won't bother, you thought, if they believe those, they will leave me alone. The wall finally built, you left school life behind.

Freak, the word followed you everywhere. Years went by and still no one bothered to look past the mask, even when it fell, no one bothered to look and see that wall you'd built around your heart. Until Him. The solider, the doctor, by chance he swept into your life and there was a connection, almost immediately. Mere hours was all it took for Him to rip off your mask and see the lonely boy behind. He understood you, it didnt seem to take Him long. Such chemistry, was this friendship? Was this the thing you'd been longing for, that you gave up on all those years ago?

Friend. Yes, He was your friend. He found the wall you had created as a child and opened the door to your heart. You were happy, for the first time in so long. No longer was each case simply to stave of boredom, they were your adventures. Together with Him you could do anything. Nothing could go wrong.

You found the cabbie, He saved you, some how, even though then you barely knew Him, you knew He would save you. Brothers not in blood but in bond. Soul mates. Your loyal blogger.

You had always believed your brother was your arch-enemy. A strong word, but the two of you had long traded insults, you weren't friends anymore, like you were when you were young. But you were wrong. You admit that now. He was not your arch-enemy. It was your fan. Your biggest fan, or so he claimed. It was a game at first, until people started dying, with each puzzle, your heart slipped out again and again for all to see. And then, it was simply stolen. Stolen and strapped to a bomb at the side of a pool.

Moriarty.

Your emotions were running high now. No longer did you see the point to let them hide. Your heart was here, your soulmate, He was allowed to see. You threw away the bomb, wanting nothing more than to hug Him, baby steps though. But it wasn't over, two soon had you slipped, he was back and now you had to make a choice. Kill him or shoot the bomb. And you made your decision. The bomb exploded, your doctor pushed you into the pool.

Blood.

Pain.

Water. So much water.

Screaming. Someone was screaming. You strained your ears to hear, but the water muffled everything. Someone grabbed you pulling you to the surface.

"SHERLOCK!"

You were alive. He was alive. Watson, your Watson. Your doctor, your solider, your friend.

"...John?"

And you wept. Moriarty was gone, alive but gone. You and He were alive. And together you would stop him. No matter what it took.