Chapter 6: You and me.
Sherlock knew exactly where to find Moriarty. He felt disappointed that he had to stop Moriarty alone.
Alone is what I have, alone protects me.
No. Friends protect people.
John had been right all along. He was stronger when he had his friends. Now he was going to face Moriarty, alone. He was doubting himself when he had to have faith. Faith and hope would be the only things that would let him win.
He walked into the hotel where he knew Moriarty was staying. Moriarty was waiting for him. "Finally playing your part, I see."
"I am not part of your story."
"Yes you are. It's funny, watching you dance. Watching you begin to doubt, even yourself. The game never ends Sherlock, and it never will."
"We have to die at some point."
"Not me. So therefore not you either. How will it feel? Watching your friends die? Watching John knowing that he'll never believe in you. In the end all that'll be left will be me and you."
People want to know your human. -John Watson
I'm breaking every rule letting you in here. -Lestrade
Oh, I'm sure something will turn up Sherlock. A nice murder. That'll cheer you up. -Mrs Hudson.
I don't count. -Molly Hooper.
Caring is not an advantage. -Mycroft Holmes.
All that'll be left is me and you. Me and you. In the end. Me and you.
The words replayed in his head. Everything his friends/family had said to him. But more importantly Moriarty's taunting words were replaying in his mind. Me and you. All that'll be left is me and you. No. Moriarty will not win. He can't.
Moriarty once said every fairytale needs a good old fashioned villain. But in every fairy tale the villain always loses and the hero always wins. He was the hero right? Heroes don't exist and if they did I wouldn't be one of them. No Sherlock. Now is the time to be what you've always been. A hero.
"Pride has always been your downfall."
"Same for you."
"The hero always wins."
"Not this time. I think it's time that the villain wins for a change. Heroes are boring. But you, Sherlock Holmes, are not a hero. In the end you'll be like me. Because in the end that's all that will be left. YOU AND ME. How will it feel? Knowing you're alone in the universe. No one believes in you Sherlock. You are already alone."
"No he's not." A voice shouted from behind them. Sherlock knew that voice, as did Moriarty. It was the voice of John Watson.
John walked closer to them. "I take it that you're the real Moriarty?" He said pointing at Moriarty.
"Yes."
"It was you who did it then. YOU killed her."
"Yes, John I killed your little girlfriend. What was her name again? Mary Morstan? Yes that's it. I remember watching her burn. Watching her scream for you. But you can't do anything to me John. This is my story. I pull the strings."
"I left your story a long time ago. I'm not playing the part, I AM the part."
"What do you mean?"
"All those years I trusted you, and you were the one who did it. You ended her, now I'm going to end you."
John pulled a gun from his pocket and shot Moriarty. Moriarty collapsed to the ground, fighting to stay alive. "You may have killed me. But remember this. You also killed Sherlock."
