Song: I Missed It by Tom Mcrae

Summary: To save a life, sometimes you have to break a heart.

Warnings: John/Sherlock implied slash

Spoilers: The Great Game

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing.

Author's Note: This is almost embaressingly short. However, I have a longer one in the works for Christmas, hopefully I'll finish it in time :D.

You turned and ran,

And I can still see you running,

If I close my eyes.

And on your lips,

And in your kiss well,

I should have recognised the taste of goodbye.

But I missed it, I missed it,

If only I'd looked into your eyes.

John sat alone, the silence weighing down on him, forcing his head into his hands. If he strained his ears he could almost hear the ghostly tones of a violin drifting through the dark. The sun had set, the night was clear, a few lonely stars shone through the clouded London sky. It was too quiet and yet at the same time the noises of life outside were deafening. All those people going about their ordinary lives, did none of them realise that the world had stopped turning? Time had halted and constricted, trapping John in the moment the door had slammed, locking out his world. He kept running that moment running over and over in his mind, torturing himself with all the things he should have done, regret an icy claw around his heart. He pulled out his phone, typed in a text and pressed send.

'Please come home.'

Sherlock stood outside 221B, watching. He wanted nothing more than to return to John, forget all his plans. But that would be putting John's life in danger. As long as John stayed with Sherlock he would be a target for Moriarty. John was Sherlock's Achilles' heel, if Moriarty hit him, Sherlock would be destroyed. Sherlock could not allow that to happen. He had planned carefully, provoking an argument for the benefit of Moriarty's surveillance before storming out, with no intention of returning. His phone chimed in his pocket. He took it out and read the text, the heart he had so recently found and wished he could lose again tearing a little more in his chest. He put his phone in his pocket, huddled deeper into his coat and walked away, leaving his heart behind him in the silence.

And the harder the ships that we sail well,

They get easier babe,

As the memories fail.

And the seas will rise and cover the land,

Through the waters of time,

I'll reach for your hand.

But I missed it, I missed it,

I guessed these ships were never destined to land,

I missed it, I missed it,

But I'm keeping you close, as close as I can.

Author's Notes: Thanks again for reading. Please take the time to review, I would love to hear what you think. Merry Christmas, Fireheart93