Hey guys, I have an obsession with writing fight/death sequences. This is just one that I thought of spur of the moment. Theres an OC named Ellie who was Sherrinford's fiancé. Sherrinford is a triple agent working for the wrong side who has just recently ended up in the hospital running from his brothers. Sherlock and Ellie do have a little something going on because Sherrinford was undercover for a long time. Love triangle! Ok. Just wanted to give some background. Thanks everyone,
~ Hela
p.s. Sherrinford is written to be played by Tom Hiddleston.
Sherrinford jumped out the first story window of the hospital to the concrete below. Running just out of reach of the street light he heard a gun cock. He froze, then turned slowly. "Ellie…" He said almost pleading with his teary eyed fiancé. "I…" "Don't." She said shakily, the gun unwavering, pointed right at him. "Sherlock and Mycroft are on their way." She said. "Im unarmed." He said, taking a step closer, his hands up almost reaching towards her. "Please put down the gun." "Why? So you can run?" A cautious smile played on his lips. "I just know how you are when your upset." "And I apparently know nothing about you." She narrowed her eyes. "This is the end of the line, Sherrinford. You've betrayed your country. You've betrayed your brothers. And you've betrayed me." He sighed. "I never wanted to hurt you…" he breathed. Ellie glanced back toward the car approaching them which no doubt had his two brothers. In that same second, Ellie felt the gun ripped from her hands and two gun shots rang out. She looked back to Sherrinford who lowered the gun and whispered "Im sorry." He looked at his brothers who stood from the car, shocked. He then darted down the darkened street. Ellie's hands gingerly found her abdomen and felt the blood soaking her shirt and coat. The world began to spin and she collapsed into someone's arms. "Sherlock…" she whispered as her eyes closed. Sherlock shook her lightly. "Ellie." Nothing happened. "Ellie." He said louder, shaking her again, his voice cracking. He knew he could do nothing. John was putting pressure on her wounds and checking her pulse. He looked up at his friend, sensing his pain. John couldn't help but feel for the detective. He had secretly been falling in love with her if you can call it love. The paramedics rounded the corner and ran down the sidewalk to where they were. In a daze Sherlock handed her over to them as they lifted her on to the gurney. John was saying something to him but he couldn't hear. Sherlock stared down the street in the direction his brother had run. Before he could take off Mycroft grabbed his arm. "We know where he is." He said quietly. Sherlock turned his head to look at his brother inquisitively. "He is being taken to MI6 headquarters but… I could have the car make a stop on the way." He cast a sideways glance at Sherlock. The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched. "You know what to do." He began to walk to the main street to catch a cab. "Come along, John." He called to his flatmate who had been watching the paramedics whisk their friend away. "Where are we going?" John asked, thoroughly confused. Sherlock flagged down a cab. "Baker Street." He said. John hopped in behind him.