FRIENDS TIL THE END
John woke up slowly, lifting his head from the desk. His short hair was messy and out of place. He and Sherlock had been up all night working on a case again, and they'd both fallen asleep sometime during the late night or early morning. He spotted Sherlock next to him, sleeping in relatively the same position, head on the desk, messy hair. 'At least he'd remembered to take off his jacket' John thought. "Sherlock." he whispered, he didn't answer, "Sherlock!" He said a second time, this one more demanding. John heart almost stopped. He pushed sherlocks shoulder, he was cold as ice. His body slowly fell to the ground with a loud 'thump'. John froze in horror at the sight. Sherlock had three stab wounds in his lower abdomen, he bled out onto the floor sometime after they fell asleep. John stood up, going into shock. He placed his hands on his face. "Oh my god." He whispered. He knelt down by the man's body, shaking him as if that would help. "Sherlock? Sherlock wake up!" He shouted, tears streaming down his face. He held on to the body, not caring that he had blood all over him. He held him and he was cold, and he felt the warmth disappear from his body as well. As John was shaking sherlock, he felt a firm hand tightly grasp his shoulder."sorry but i don't like loose ends, its nothin personal." the intruder told him right before he slit his throat. Johns body fell forward, toppling over sherlocks cold corpse. It was only a matter of time after all?
(writers note: i know its short-short but there are longer-short stories in the near future i promise. please review and thanks for read'n)
