Hey guys, sooooo I just finished watching the final episode to the Sherlock trilogy and I WAS FURIOUS! So if you haven't seen it get out of this story right now.
It was like that one season of Dallas. The reaction between Sherlock and John were priceless though. My mom has this theory that Mycroft's tail on John and Sherlock will show up. They would be nuts not to continue with this. I'm hoping there is going to be a lot more Fanfiction up for this. This is my little tribute to the ending of the episode so please, if you haven't seen it don't read it.
Disclaimer: We all know I don't own the show. If I did we wouldn't be having this conversation.
"You already know what my answer is." Sherlock pointed the gun at the bomb that only lay a few feet from Jim's feet. If he was going to die he was going to take Jim with him.
Thankfully, John had a quick escape route. Even though he didn't come flat out and say it, Sherlock appreciated that John had put up with him. He frustrated John to no end and yet, he still put up with him. Sherlock always wondered why.
That was one of the few things he couldn't deduce from John.
Why? Why in God's name did John put up with him? He certainly wasn't getting anything positive out of it other than being put in danger. But when you think about it, with John, that could be a positive.
Sherlock knows he does have a heart, pulsating life through his veins. Yet, he felt no emotions. Normal, positively boring, stupid people believe that emotions come from the heart. Scientific, cold-hearted, stoic people prove emotions flow from the blame. This theory is what Sherlock believes. His hard drive has deleted his emotions though. Dragged them straight to the recycling bin and banished them from his mind.
Somehow, when John arrived into his life, his server was hacked. All the emotions that he threw away were loading again, very slowly. When something happened that affected him, the green loading bar and the percentage moved up.
During this string of crimes, these games, the percentile was on a roller coaster sometimes peaking to all most complete to going as low as ten percent.
When he arrived at the pool and he saw John with that bomb strapped to his chest, the percentage was complete and every single emotion he had thrown away, blocked, and obliterated returned. In that one second.
He realizes all that John has done for him. How dull it would be without him. The respected loyalty John has for him.
This man that has only spent about three months was now about to die because of and for him.
That was not something that Sherlock was going to let happen. Absolutely not.
When Jim Moriarty revealed himself and left Sherlock was so afraid for John. He tore the jackets and bomb of him and kicked it as far away as he could. He asked if John was okay and he could hear his voice shaking. The fear evident in his tone. He almost laughed of relief when John said he was fine and asked if Sherlock himself was fine.
He briefly looked for Moriarty before returning to John. John was now sitting and leaning heavily against the door frame. He had made a joke to lighten up the mood which was quickly dampened by Jim's reappearance and their lives being put in jeopardy once more.
Now he was having a stare down with Jim and his thoughts raced in time with his heart.
Sherlock thought of all the times he asked for tea from John and telling John they were out of milk. He thought of the very morning that put this whole plot into action. The times when John tried to cheer him up. Going on cases with John.
It was a wonder why John was still with him. He had wanted to ask him one day but, by the looks of it, that wasn't going to happen.
So as he pulled the trigger he only had one thought in his head.
Thank you John Watson, my colleague, my roommate, my friend.