" Because I've got you."

"Well good luck with that."
Sherlock simply smiled when Moriarty put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. The resounding click of an empty cartridge echoed over the rooftop and Sherlock waved the ammo at him teasingly.

"And it seems I owe you some more bullets."

Moriarty scowled at the bullets in Sherlock's hand, but he soon smirked again.

"You know what Sherlock? It's a far more nasty way to go, far more painful, but as long as I disgrace your name, it doesn't matter to me. I can see the headlines now, Fake detective pushes defenceless actor off of hospital roof then commits suicide. Bye Sherlock!"

"No!"

Moriarty ran to the edge of the roof, then with a jaunty wave to Sherlock, hopped off of the edge. Sherlock took his coat off, and just as Moriarty fell, Sherlock then did something that was unknown to man before or since. He jumped after him, caught him under the shoulders, then spread his wings and soared over the London smog, cradling the consulting criminal in his arms.

Moriarty squirmed in Sherlock's arms and attempted to strain his neck to look up at the red faced figure above.

"We're flying."

"Brilliant deduction Moriarty."

Moriarty spluttered in his arms, attempting to get free. He tried to say something but was being held around the chest too tightly to speak.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You wouldn't want me to drop you. It would be far more painful from this height and you're not exactly featherweight. I can barely support myself, never mind you. Oh, but how could I forget? You want to kill yourself anyway."

"What ARE you?" Moriarty refused to give up writhing in Sherlock's arms, as if disgusted by who, or what, was holding him up.

"It was an experiment that went wrong. That's all you need to know."

Moriarty craned his neck to look at the giant raven wings, speckled with white and grey, that were struggling to keep them both in the air. The consulting criminal had been in awe of the impossible wings that stretched from where no wings should be as soon as he realised he hadn't hit the ground, but Sherlock was still suspicious.

With good reason.

"My men didn't see you fall Sherlock, and no matter how much you wouldn't like to think it, your friends are still going to die, wings or no wings. You drop me and kill yourself to let your friends live, or you don't commit suicide and let your friends die. Tick tock goes the clock Sherly, you'll have to make your choice."

Then, smiling his crooked smile, with a malignant glint in his eyes, he bit Sherlock's hand, so hard it drew blood. Sherlock yelped and reflexively jerked his away, relaxing his grip. Moriarty kicked Sherlock in the shin, then tumbled out of his grasp.

"Bye bye Sherly!"

Sherlock swooped down, but he couldn't match the speed at which Moriarty was falling, not when Moriarty had a head start. Moriarty smashed into the abandoned car lot with a sickening crunch, leaving a huge pool of blood around him, making him look like he had a scarlet cape upon his mangled back and an infernal crown upon his broken mind.

He was still smirking at Sherlock, even in death. His eyes hadn't glazed over, like most people. They still held their malignant gleam, as they reflected the bright sunlight, as if he were still alive.

His friends were going to die. Short of revealing himself to all, he could do nothing.

Sherlock put his head in his bloodied hands, and cried.

AN - Hello! This is my first fanfiction posted on . I'm generally just here for the lurking, but this is one of my pet projects which I haven't touched for a while, so I thought I'd blow the metaphorical dust off of it and post it. The next chapter will be up as soon as I have figured out how to work FF properly. It's wingfic because I'm a sucker for wingfic.