*I was feeling angst and so I came up with this. My own little 'what if'. Might continue depends on reviews and such so let me know what you guys think!
Why am I doing this?
Why am I going up there?
John was again going through these questions and still unable to come up with anything. He had to protect his friends, that was the only thing that mattered but why was he going so willingly.
Meet me on St. Bart's roof - JM
The message was clear, so John hadn't hesitated in obeying the summons.
Come play Johnny boy :) but Sherlock isn't invited - JM
Here he was staring at the tall man in the expensive suit.
"Oh there you are Johnny," Moriarty greeted gesturing for the doctor to move closer, "I'm glad you didn't keep me waiting."
"Not like you gave me a choice," John shot back moving closer. He hated this.
Moriarty laughed "Johnny you know me so well and here I thought you were so normal," he strolled closer to John and circled around him, "but you are more aren't you?" that creepy smile was nauseating.
"I'm not a psycho," the doctor muttered his eyes following Moriarty. The taller man reached out a finger, stroking John's cheek. The doctor flinched receiving a smirk from Moriarty.
"What am I doing here?" John asked glaring.
The other man stopped his movement in front of the doctor. His smile was murderous "Making a point my dear doctor,"
"What point?"
"I made a promise Johnny and one I intend to keep," Moriarty answered turning and walking from John. Automatically the other man followed. Sad to say he was curious knowing Moriarty had something in mind for Sherlock.
"What does that have to do with me?" He didn't care John just wanted this conversation to be over so he could go home.
"Everything Johnny! You see I promised Sherlock that I would burn the heart from him," Moriarty spoke as he stopped just before the roofs edge, "and you, Johnny will be the one to help me do that."
John frowned "Sherlock doesn't have a heart," he snapped. He knew that wasn't true, knew that Sherlock was a good man who tried to hide his emotions. Sherlock was his best friend. The only person in the world he cared about the most and he would do anything for that man.
"Tisk, tisk Johnny no need to lie to me I know Sherlock loves you, I know you are the one that holds his heart." John stared at the man, stunned after hearing that, "at first I didn't see how such an unassuming man could hold Sherlock's attention but I discovered that gorgeous Sherlock broke his own rules sentiment, affection, love. It's a little disappointing but I'm hoping to spice it up." Moriarty said turning to look at John again. He now held a gun aiming it at the other man.
The gun didn't scare John, they never did. He was still stuck on Moriarty's words of Sherlock love.
"Sherlock loves me?" The words came out slow and uncertain.
Moriarty grinned leaning forward on his toes "Silly really but yes. He's madly and absolutely in love with you." John felt the words sink in and they made sense even from the mouth of the psychopath. There were those moments when Sherlock always stood too close, his touches lingering a bit too long, and even when his words came out sentimental.
"Sherlock is in love with me." John spoke with certainty missing the smile widen on Moriarty's face.
"How you didn't know is beyond me Johnny but yes lovely little Sherly self-proclaimed sociopath, asexual virgin is undeniably in love with you." The tall man sat back on his heels.
How had he missed it? Him! The man, who knew and saw how Sherlock worked, why hadn't he seen the signs? People mentioned the changes they saw since John started living and working with the sociopath. Somehow John hadn't noticed a difference or had he been in denial?
"Now this is getting boring!" Moriarty cried snapping John from his revelation, "We have a game to play!" The doctor felt a shiver run through him, sensing he knew where this was leading.
"Come look John," the tall man instructed waving for John.
Hesitating a moment John eyed the other man before moving closer. Looking down the dizzying height to the sidewalk below John forced his eyes to Moriarty.
"See there?" He was pointing to an open window across the street. Squinting the doctor spotted the outline of a man crouched in the opening aiming a sniper rifle on the street below.
"What is this?" John asked feeling a snippet of fear for the pedestrians.
Moriarty nodded towards the road without a word clearly wanting John to look for what he was supposed to be seeing. Sighing John looked again placing his hands on the wall that was the edge of the roof. At first he didn't spot anything, nothing below looked important or familiar.
A cab rounded the street corner and pulled up to the curb letting a tall raven haired man in a black trench stepped out. Glancing to the sniper John watched the man moving the weapon towards the new arrival. His eyes snapped back to the man on the street.
"Sherlock," John whispered fear flooding through him as he watched the tall man ducking back into the cab, probably to pay the fair. "What do you want?" He asked wanting nothing more than to stop Sherlock's death.
"I only want one thing doctor," Moriarty replied sounding like he was having a friendly conversation over tea, "to burn Sherlock's heart. Hurting Sherlock himself would do nothing since his heart is here in front of me so the only way to truly break Sherly is to break you!"
John's stomach dropped as he glanced from Moriarty to Sherlock down on the street all thoughts of going home forgotten.
"You're going to learn to fly doctor!" Moriarty giggled moving until his was closer to John.
"No..."
"Oh Johnny don't get boring now! If you don't learn to fly my snipers will not only kill Sherlock but three others and their blood will be on your hands. The only thing that will stop them is your falling body hitting the pavement." Moriarty watched Sherlock's cab drove off leaving the detective on the sidewalk.
John looked to the sniper and saw the man tense, his gun following Sherlock's every movement.
"Stop, fine. I'll do it...just don't," John said pushing himself on to the wall of the roof's edge.
"Good doctor I knew you would play!" Moriarty sang clapping his hands together excitedly.
"You are sick!" John snapped standing up on the wall.
"You say the nicest things!" The tall man said stepping back from the doctor.
John watched Sherlock who was absorbed in the phone in his hands and hadn't moved from the spot where the cab had dropped him. It was a typical Sherlock pose that it put a lump in John's throat to think about it.
"Can I say goodbye?" It was a small request that seemed unlikely to be allowed. John just couldn't jump without hearing his mad flat mate's voice one more time even if he would breaking the man's heart.
"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way."
Slowly John pulled out his phone his hands barely shook as he hurriedly clicked dialing Sherlock's number. The second ring in Sherlock answered "John I'm at Bart's heading in..."
"Sherlock, stop right there! Turn around and go back the way you came." John spoke rapidly wanting the other man away from what was about to happen. He didn't want him to have to watch.
"John what is it? What is going on? Where are you?" Sherlock shot off questions clearly hearing the desperation in the doctor's voice. John watched his friend frozen on the ground below and not looking to be listening. Even when John was about to die did the man listen.
"Look up," he whispered watching Sherlock's head tilt to look up.
"What are you doing on the roof?" There was fear in those words and they hurt John. He wanted so much to put those fears to rest, to assure the man that everything was going to be alright.
"I'm coming up, don't move." Sherlock stated as he started walking towards the hospital.
"No Sherlock! Stop stay there!"
"But John I..."
"Stay there Sherlock keep your eyes fixed on me!" John interrupted his voice firm, throwing a hand out towards his friend as if physically stopping him or reaching for him.
Sherlock stopped walked "John?" The doctor watched his friend's own arm come up as if reaching for him as well.
"Sherlock it's been too much, everything. It was nothing you did of course, its just...its me Sherlock...its always been me." The words were flying out of his mouth as he glanced to see Moriarty's face. It bubbled with excitement and anticipation. John felt sick and turned to look back at his friend.
"This last year with you has been the best of my life and I have to thank you for that. I've never had a friend like you Sherlock and I'm glad I got to know the real you, that I got to see that heart of yours at work."
"John..." his name through the phone was pleading and John felt tears on his face. He could almost hear Sherlock's heart breaking and the confusion whirling in his brain.
"This is my note...isn't that what people do...leave notes..."
"When?"
"I love you Sherlock thank you."
With that John dropped the phone letting it slide through his fingers and fall down to the sidewalk.
"Do it now Johnny while the drama is still fresh." Moriarty pressed, "Fly little hedgehog, fly!"
John kept his face down at the street below, looking Sherlock over on last time before throwing his arms out and stepped from the roof, closing his eyes.