Not even Sherlock Holmes could stop a bullet once it was fired, he could only shield the target.
Sherlock gasped as he watched his own blood soak through his shirt. He fell backwards only to be caught by John.
" Sherlock!" John said panic rising in his throat. He lowered Sherlock down to the floor and used Sherlock's scarf to put pressure on the bleeding wound.
" Stay with me Sherlock!" John said, Fighting back tears because
... oh god...
He's not going to make it.
John grabbed his phone and dialed 999 and after that Lestrade
" Lestrade come quick, its Sherlock he's been shot!" John said, getting strait to the point.
John listened as Lestrade scrambled into a cab muttering colorful swear words.
John hung up and put more pressure on the wound. He looked at Sherlock, his eyes glistening
" J-Jo-hn" Sherlock said with great difficulty " I-It hurts"
Sherlock coughed blood splattering Johns shirt.
An unknown tear formed in the corner of Sherlock's eyes and traced down his cheek, John wiped the away with a shaky but firm hand.
Sherlock looked deep into John's eyes and said
" I-I'm so tired John... I don't want to carry on like this." He started to close his eyes but John's voice brought him back to the present.
" NO, don't you dare die on me Sherlock, come on you can hold on until the ambulance gets here."
Sherlock weakly shook his head and said " John, d-do-n't lie to me... I know I-I'm dying John, S-so th-thank- y-ou for y-your trust, your l-loyalty but above a-all thank you for being m-my true friend." His speech becoming slurred now.
John was openly crying now, tears streaming down his face " Why did you take that bullet Sherlock?"
" B-be-because ... I love you John Hamish Watson."
" Stay with me Sherlock stay with me!" But Sherlock was to tired he simply looked into Johns eyes one last time and smiled before letting out a shaky breath and embracing the darkness.
John checked his pulse before letting out a hoarse sob and curling up on himself. Tears streamed down his face as he realized he had lost his only friend, A man who loved him.
" I love you too Sherlock..." John whispered to the corpse of Sherlock
Lestrade burst in with his radio and John knew the ambulance was here but they were too late.
Donovan and Anderson followed him into the room their lips curled into a snarl but they hung open when they saw the dead body of Sherlock Holmes , a ghost of a smile on his face and his dried tears adorning his cheeks.
The paramedics came in and placed Sherlock into a body bag but before they zipped it up, covering his face one last time John said, his voice breaking
" Wait." John walked over and brushed his dark curls out of his pale face, he leant down and kissed his forehead in a silent farewell before he allowed them to take him away.
John then collapsed and sobbed hysterically when he realized the great Sherlock Holmes was dead.
And this time he would not come back.