Hey, this is my second Sherlock story.

this story is my version of what should have happened during the Fall and what happens afterwards. It will be a multichapter story and it is Johnlock, so if you don't like it, then don't read it ;-)

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock nor do I won the quotation at the beginning.

Enjoy

I take a kind of quite panic to the river

Sherlock stood facing Moriarty on the rooftop. His face showed nothing expect a calm determination that he was going to win this battle, he was going to be the victor. Moriarty showed the same façade, only, it was mixed with an incurrent of insanity that the goals and the game could change at any moment. They both studied each other.

"It's time to jump Sherlock, I've beaten you. It's over," although Moriarty was smiling as he said this, his voice, betrayed a sense of sadness, that the game was over and he had to go back to dealing with the common drabble of England's streets. Sherlock noticed the change in tone.

"You sound, disappointed Moriarty," Sherlock began as walked in a slow circle around him. "Now why would you be disappointed? Is it because you won? No, that's not it. That would make you happy. Is it because I lost? No, that's not it either. Is it because I haven't jumped yet? Nope, wrong again." Sherlock placed a fake surprised look on his face. "Oh! Maybe it's because I'll be dead soon. You'll be back to being alone and bored. So. Very. Bored."

Sherlock punctuated his last line by getting closer and closer to Moriarty's face. He locked with the mad man and smirked as Moriarty's expression slowly morphed into one of anger, annoyance, and disappointment. Sherlock stepped away from him, his hands clasped behind his back, and hopped onto the ledge of the roof.

"Well," Sherlock peered down to the street below where people were going about their daily lives not aware of the possible suicide that may occur right in front of them. Look at them so oblivious. "I guess this is the end. You won. You can go back to being the only genius worth their salt in the world." Sherlock placed one foot over the edge.

"Stop!" Moriarty almost yelled, but it came out as a firm command. Sherlock turned his head around in an overly dramatic fashion and placed his foot solidly back onto the ledge. Moriarty, who had looked panicked, schooled his features into an aloof expression. "We have to wait until your little husband shows up. It's no fun watching you disgrace yourself without him to witness it."

Sherlock's jaw tightened slightly when Moriarty brought up John, but quickly relaxed his features again. He stayed standing on the ledge, keeping up the façade that he was planning on jumping when John showed up. A quiet reigned on top of the roof.

The quiet before the storm, Sherlock thought.

He heard the taxi drive around the corner and so did Moriarty. Moriarty began to speak.

"You know, I have thought about how bored I would be without you Sherlock," Sherlock turned around to look at the man who was now moving towards him. "You have been such a fantastic distraction. You have given me such joy..."

He reached out his hand for Sherlock to take. Sherlock hesitated, thousands of thought flying in his brain with every action and every outcome. He placed his hand in Moriarty's and he was escorted off of the ledge. Moriarty didn't let go of his hand once Sherlock stepped down, but pulled him extremely close to himself.

"…so much joy; breaking you." Moriarty leaned in close, whispering directly into Sherlock's ear. Sherlock tensed. "Did you really believe I would make you jump?"

Sherlock jerked back to look at Moriarty's smirking face. "I told you, I told you, Sherlock." Moriarty still grasped Sherlock's hand, barely a foot between the two of them. "I would burn the heart out of you and you just proved to me what that is." He sung the last line.

Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows trying to see what he gave away. Moriarty chuckled.

"You still don't understand? No, well let me enlighten you," Moriarty released his hand and slithered around Sherlock, now standing behind him. Sherlock stood still, looking straight ahead. "Why would I want to kill you? The only man that could keep me distracted. Killing you would not burn you, but burn those ordinary people who have come to care about you. I'm trying to hurt you."

Moriarty slithered back around to face Sherlock. He placed a hand on Sherlock chest, over the shirt and scarf where his heart was beating underneath. "This is what I'm destroying. And luckily, you've told me how."

Sherlock cleared his throat. "I've told you before Moriarty, I don't have a heart. There is nothing for you to burn. You have already destroyed my reputation. That's what matters to me."

Moriarty pushed harder against Sherlock's chest. "Don't lie to me Sherlock, you can't fool me now. You were willing to jump!" Moriarty smiled up at Sherlock. "You were willing to jump which would prove that you're a fake, but you were willing to do it to save your friends." Moriarty began to laugh. "So, I'm not going to make you jump."

Moriarty stepped back from Sherlock and jumped up onto the ledge, a crazed look adorning his face and showing in his movements. He pointed a hand below. Sherlock stayed where he was. "Don't sulk Sherlock, look." Sherlock turned his head slowly to Moriarty and made his way mechanically over to the edge and peered over. His eyes immediately saw John, standing on the opposite sidewalk talking to a random man. He could tell that John didn't want to be talking to this man, but John was too polite to just walk away.

"Oh, look! I was worried he would have already made it into the building, but luckily, that man had stopped him from leaving the street." Moriarty winked at Sherlock and went back to looking down at John. "That's your heart is it. I really don't understand why but then again, I never was a pet person."

Moriarty jumped back off the ledge and stepped back into Sherlock's personal space. He leaned in over Sherlock's left shoulder which forced Sherlock to continue looking over the ledge at John. "Welcome to the end Sherlock. Now, now I have beaten you."

Moriarty raised his right hand.

Sherlock breathed in.

A shot rang out.

John fell.

Red stained the sidewalk and people ran screaming.

Moriarty chuckled as he walked away.

Sherlock breathed out. It shuddered. He slid down to the ground as tears fell freely from his eyes which didn't reflect any type of emotion. The sirens in the background began to echo in his mind along with the words 'John', 'shot', and 'over.'

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