CHAPTER 1: The Fall

~~AN1: None of this characters are mine (except the OC), they all belong to BBCs Sherlock. And the rooftop scene is. of course, from Season 2 Episode 3. So I'm just sayin', I'm not that awesome. Also, this chapter is the only one with all the stuff from an episode.~~

Jim talked into the mic, "Play the song, he's coming." He watched the hospitals security screens, making sure to get good footage of what was to happen today. I stood near him, the only other person in the room. He didn't acknowledge me. Normally I was left with Sebastian but Jim wanted him to be involved in this finial game, so I was allowed to watch so long as I didn't make a sound.

Richard sit calmly on the raised ledge of the hospital, his phone in his hand as the specially chosen song played. He didn't look at Sherlock as he walked to him. Just like he'd practiced and studied for so long.

"Acknowledge him now."

"Ah, here we are at last- you and me, Sherlock, and our problem- the final problem." He held the phone higher, "Stayin' alive! It's so boring, isn't it?" He switches the phone off with carefully practiced anger. It's just..." He held his hand out flat and skimmed it through the air, "staying." He pulls his hand back while Sherlock paces.

He repeated the lines he studied, perfectly in character. "All my life I've been searching for distractions. You were the best distraction and now I don't even have you. Because I've beaten you." Sherlock turns his head sharply towards him, continuing to pace. "And you know what? In the end, it was easy." Sherlock stops, folding his hands behind his back.

"More disappointed, more quiet." Jim silently commanded.

Richard followed the command. "It was easy. Now I've got to go back to playing with the ordinary people. And it turns out you're ordinary just like all of them." He lowers his head and rubs his face. Then looks up at Sherlock and continues, "Ah well."

"Get closer, pace him."

"Did you almost start to wonder if I was real? Did I nearly get you?"

Sherlock responds at last, "Richard Brook."

"Nobody seems to get the joke, but you do."

"Of course."

I frown a bit, almost feeling sad Richard would die with no recognition that he was not Jim. That the Reichenbach Hero is such because Reichenbach was chosen to fit Richards name, not the other way around. I pace to the window, where the hospital roof is in plain sight. The conversation bored me, I'd rather see them from a distance. With all these ordinary people walking around, not knowing what was going on on the top of that rooftop.

I stay there watching the figures until I hear Jims voice command Richard, "Extra incentive. John, Hudson, Lestrade. He dies or they will." I turn back and come closer to hear and see the close-up of these events. I knew this bit but Sherlocks response was bound to be good.

Sherlock is holding Jim, close to dropping him off the building.

"Your friends will die if you don't." Richard says in a savage voice.

Fear is evident in Sherlock now. "John."

"Not just John." He switches to a whisper, "Everyone."

"Mrs. Hudson."

"Everyone."

"Lestrade."

"Three bullets; three gunman; three victims. There's no stopping them now."

Sherlock pulls him up to safety, Richard just stares into his face. "Unless my people see you jump."

I stop listening, nothing much new after that. Though Jim curses a bit when Richard says "Your death is the only thing that's gonna call off the killers. I'm certainly not gonna do it." What's truly surprising is next, Sherlock says 'please'. Sherlock, that's one word I hadn't expected. Jim hadn't either, he seems slightly disappointed. After all this fun, Sherlock really is just ordinary.

Sherlock is laughing, and that not only frustrates Jim but Richard as well. For a moment there, it appeared he would walk away from this all. But that laughter, it's almost certainly sealed his fate.

He's angry now at whatever mistake he made, "What is it?" Sherlock half-turns and smiles to Richard. "What did I miss?" Sherlock hops off the ledge and walks to him.

"You're not going to do it. So the killers can be called off, then- there's a recall code or a word or a number." He circles Richard. "I don't have to die..." He makes his voice sing-song, "if I've got you."

"Oh!" He laughs, relieved. He thinks he can still win this. "You think you can make me stop the order? You think you can make me do that?"

Sherlock has beaten him, Richard won't be alive much longer. Richard hasn't seemed to understand that. There wasn't much of a chance he'd survive anyway to be honest. I don't think Jim planned on it really. Despite how he seemed uncaring on the subject, he wanted Richard gone with Sherlock. Easier that way.

"Yes. So do you."

"Sherlock, your big brother and all the King's horses couldn't make me do a thing I didn't want to."

Sherlock stops and gets in Richards face, "Yes, but I'm not my brother, remember? I am you- prepared to do anything; prepared to burn; prepared to do what ordinary people won't do. You want me to shake hands with you in hell? I shall not disappoint you."

Richard shakes his head, still fighting to live. "Naah. You talk big. Naah. You're ordinary- you're on the side of the angels." He's grabbing at straws and deep down he knows that.

Sherlocks voice turns ominous, "Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one second that I am one of them."

They lock eyes for a moment before Richard finally says, "No, you're not."

They mirror each other, closing their eyes briefly. Richard smiles, opening his eyes. He's beaten, he accepts it.

Richards voice turns soft and slightly insane. "I see. You're not ordinary. No. You're me." He hisses out delighted laughter. His voice becomes more high-pitched. "You're me!

Thank you!" He lifts his hand, appearing to consider embracing him. His hand lowers and he offers it to Sherlock to shake. "Sherlock Holmes." He's broken character somewhat.

Both look at Richards hand, slowly Sherlock raises his and takes Richards offered hand. Richard nods frenetically, managing to keep his voice soft. "Thank you. Bless you."

He blinks, lowering his gaze while blinking back tears that almost escape as he tries not to thank of the gun he's about to use. "As long as I'm alive, you can save your friends; you've got a way out." His gaze stays lowered, still blinking back the tears. He's not ready for this, he never really was. He honestly believed he would walk away from this. "Well, good luck with that."

I turn and walk away, hearing the gunshot from the screen. I'd rather not see his death, no matter how much I expected it. He was a good, naive, ordinary man really. He was stupid. Helping Jim even as it all became clear what he was doing, that it wasn't just acting. He should've known better, he knew Jim well enough. Jim would never truly return Richards affections no matter what Richard did.

I remember my fathers words that only my three brothers had ever seemed to actually accept, "People die, that's just what people do."

~~AN2: Obviously I do plan to continue this, I've been playing around with ideas for some time now. So read this and tell me of its faults and good things ^.^ Thank you in advance, beautiful female/male (and I'm not just trying to sweeten you up for a good review...Okay, I might be.) Also for the script of the roof top scene, I got from a site. Just ask me. That is all :3~~