Seen Coming

by B A Cucumber

Oh yes, Sherlock had seen it coming. He can see through everything and everyone within seconds ... but he miscalculated the outcome. Alright, here I go again - I do not own either "Sherlock" or AC Doyle's mastermind detective. I admire their works, and I have a vivid imagination.

1. Miscalculation

Sherlock saw the shots coming. Had seen them coming all along. Of course, this was that kind of situation that forced you into reaction. Sherlock hated the game. Chess, alright. He saw some appeal in that! Anticipating his opponents' next move was something Sherlock excelled in. So certainly he had known John and himself would end up here. But he had not expected this particular turn-up.

When he moved in front of John –and into the line of fire– he didn't think. John was on his mind. Keep him safe. He was risking an injured shoulder, back possibly, maybe leg, too. He could live with that. Live, yes. He didn't think he would die. He wouldn't. Just like John wouldn't. And then the bullet hit his back and a terrible white pain spread through his chest. He felt like drowning and grabbed John's arms to steady himself. He didn't see. The pain was overwhelming. He felt the blow to his back before he stumbled onto his friend. It wasn't forceful. A kick probably. It didn't hurt. Sherlock closed his eyes. He didn't feel his body anymore. He was so tired. So tired. And then he fell into darkness.