Sherlock's POV

"Catch you later..." I said as Moriarty walked out of the door.

"No you wont!" *Bang* His annoying voice replied in singsong. I held the gun up for a few moments longer; just to make sure he had gone.

That wasn't too bad.

I glanced back towards John. He was still shivering slightly; his eyes were big and worried. I dropped the gun on the floor. "Alright? Are you alright?" I asked him, the words I really wanted to say were 'John, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me' or 'John I love you, I will never let this happen again'. Moriartys voice was ringing in my head.

'I will burn the heart out of you!'

In my anger, I leapt at John and pulled off his coat as quick as I could

If this man dared hurt John, I will destroy him

I obviously used a bit too much force and nearly knocked John over. I was so lost in my thought that I only noticed John speaking at that point "Sherlock. Sherlock!" He shouted at me, stumbling slightly. My first instinct was to grab him and stop him falling but I resisted, I didn't want to make a fool of myself. 'John is straight', I told myself 'He has no interest in me'. I threw the coat across the tiled floor, as hard as I could.

Everything that horrid man touched must be taken as far away from John as it could.

I looked at John, his breathing was heavy but he wasn't injured. I ran to pick up Johns gun, before checking that Moriarty had definitely left. I turned back so see John stumbling and falling against the wall. I had a sudden urge to kneel down next to him and hug him, tell him how sorry I was, tell him that everything would be okay. I walked back in front of him. Trying to avoid eye contact, god knows what I would do if I looked at him. I wanted to get out of there as quick as possible, I could pick up John and carry him out of the door, he couldn't hold his own wait anyway at that moment. At least if I did that, John wouldn't notice my feelings for him.

"Are you ok?" He asked

"Me?" I asked stupidly, of course he was asking me. Who else "Yeah, I'm fine… Fine" I said as I continued pacing. Then it hit me.

I need to thank John, he offered to take that bullet for me

"That err... thing you did…" Forgetting I was holding the gun, I pointed it at John and then myself. Oops. "That you offered to do…" Oh dear, I didn't know what to say, "that was… umm… good," I said eventually. John seemed to ignore me.

"Oh, I'm glad no one saw that!" He said.

"Hmm?" I replied, not knowing what he meant.

"You, ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk"

"People do little else" I said smiling, John smiled back; he started pulling himself off the ground.

"Ohh…" John suddenly exclaimed

"Sorry boys!" That annoying voice rang from the other side of the room "I'm so changeable! It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself it is my only weakness"

At that point I felt like crying, this could be it, this could be the end. I should have told John that I love him

"You cant be allowed to continue, you just cant" Moriarty continued. I looked at John, he looked petrified. If we weren't both at gunpoint, I would have walked over to him and put my arms around him. Too late now, one false move and that would be it. John and I, gone forever. I would never get to thank him properly for all the things he has done for me, and he would never know how much I loved him. "I would try to convince you but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind" Jim said

I looked at John, he nodded slightly. I knew John well enough to know that he trusts me, with his life! I can't let him down. I turned around.

"I believe my answer has crossed yours," I said.