First chapter is set when Sherlock shows John his wife is a liar. Please don't kill me for this! Reviews are welcome, I will update soon!
Sherlocks stood on looking at John and his wife, his lying wife! John was laughing, it wasn't his usual laughing, it was bitter and cold. John was quite literally looking down his noise at him. Sherlock though John would be mad,angry, annoyed at least but no, he was laughing.
"John I don't understand," Sherlock sounded baffled. It wasn't his intention to split John and Mary up but he didn't expect them to be cuddling in front of him.
"Two simple words, Sherlock." John said bitterly as if he was mocking Sherlock, "Fooled. You!"
"Wh- what?" Sherlock spluttered, that made John laugh even more. "How? Or more to they point why?" Sherlock asked.
"Well I'll tell you because your life expectancy now is about a week," John said in a light voice but his eyes were so threatening. "It all started when I came back from Afghanistan, I was approached by some people offering me money to spy on you get into your good books to hurt you-"
"You never once touched me," Sherlock butted in then soon realised that was a mistake.
"Let me finish," John said through gritted teeth. "They taught me how to fool you, make you believe me, make you care about me. Then after a couple of months they had it all planned, they called me and told me exactly what to do. So I walked down to the park and purposely walked in front of my old friend who then in turn took me to you. I knew you weren't dead Sherlock-"
"Then why were you so emotional when you visited my grave," Sherlock said once again butting in.
"Because as I've said, I knew you weren't dead and I knew you'd be watching or at least listening. Sherlock this has all been a game, one big game to ruin you. So enjoy the rest of your life because by next Sunday you won't be here anymore," John said.
He then got out a gun and aimed it right at Sherlock but instead of shooting Sherlock he shot the wall then ran. He knew Sherlock would be so stunned that he wouldn't run after him.
That left Sherlock to his own thoughts on the cab ride home. What about all the times John had shot people, stopped people shooting and literally save his life. Why had he done all of that if he was going to die by Johns hand anyway? So many times he had saved John but it was all for nothing.
He hadn't even noticed that the cab had stopped until the driver said something that she locked didn't catch. He handed the driver a ten pound note not caring about the change. He walked into the house and straight up the stairs. He didn't want to go up there it was to... It held to many memories. Sherlock wasn't one to be sentimental but he did care about John.
Mrs Hudson had been up with some tea but soon left when she saw Sherlock wasn't in a talking mood. He was angry he had cared, he always thought caring was a waste of time and it seems he was right.