"Sherlock, run!"
John was standing aside, then he was around Moriarty's neck. Shit- no. Caring doesn't help, caring doesn't solve the case. What case? This isn't a case, this is John strapped up in explosives. No. This is a game. Moriarty can't win. Sherlock must win. He always won. What could Moriarty do to him? Moriarty could kill him, obvious choice. Stay focused, stay cold.
"I will burn you. I will burn the heart out of you."
"I've been reliably informed I don't have one."
"We both know that's not quite true."
His urge was to glance at John - no, too telling.
You've rather shown your hand there, Doctor Watson.
He caught his body before it could betray him entirely, turned the movement into a blink. In that millisecond, he realised.
Sherlock, run!
He was Moriarty's equal, but he was not like him. Oh, Mycroft would be so disappointed - and not to mention, smug. He always told Sherlock - "Don't be smart, Sherlock, I'm the smart one." Well, maybe he was right. Mycroft kept everyone at a distance, never allowed attachment to form. And here was Sherlock, with a companion. Moriarty didn't have companions.
That's what people DO!
There was someone whose life he had a vested interest in continuing. He could be manipulated.
I will burn the heart out of you.
He had a weakness.
Shit.
Moriarty was gone.
No, you won't!
Jacket was gone. Words not. Happening. Shit. Not good.
Jim, from the hospital?
Sherlock, run!
"Are you okay?" John. No, John, I have a weakness. I have a friend.
We both know that's not quite true.
"Me? Yeah, fine. I'm fine."
You just can't.
"That, uh, thing, that you did, you offered to do, that was - erm - good." Shit. Still not words happening. Too much adrenaline.
"You, ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool, people might talk."
That's what people DO!
No. Funny. Can do funny.
"People do little else."
That's what people DO!
I will burn you.
That's what people DO!
Daddy's had enough now.
No, you won't!
You've rather shown your hand there, Doctor Watson.
That's what people DO!
Enough.