Sherlock had been crying, I thought it was emotion for a split second but no. I blamed it entirely on tiredness. The redness in his eyes, the way they were slightly swollen. Why would Sherlock be crying? Nothing gets to that man- ever. We had no cases going on, none at all so it couldn't be anything like that. Mycroft? No, stupid thought. The only thing that'd happened in recent events was... last night.
Shit.
No, this can't be true it can't be... I can hear him running around in his room, I have to go and speak to him. The thoughts flood through my head as I walk across the room. What do I say to him? Do I even feel that way about him? He is a him after all. Does he even fell that way or do I mis-understand? He really is making a lot of noise up there, banging things around, it sounds almost as if he's fallen over. I quicken the pace I have to make sure he's ok now, my hands on the door knob.
Wait.
Sherlock left, he left and took his scarf and jacket with him, he left in that damn sheet. So who the hell is in his room? I run through this morning's scenes in my head, my hand never leaving the door knob.
The waking up, remembering last night, the eye contact, the arm brush, the breakfast, the breakfast he didn't eat because he left. I look around me, there has to be something I can use to defend myself. Nothing, I have to go back to get my gun, it's only down the corridor. Breathing heavily I panic. The noise has stopped, there's no movement from the room now.
Sherlock, come quick. There's someone in your room.- JW
Send. That's all I can do, it's all I have time for. There's movement again, coming towards the door. There's nowhere to go. I've got one option. Open the door first.
Too late.
"Oh, hello there John! It's been a while hasn't it?" Moriarty. I know what's happening, and I have to tell Sherlock, I hope I can get this text right without looking. It's all I've got, my last chance.
"I've got tired of waiting you know; you've been such a use to me. Keeping him busy, running around with him everywhere. But now you're just in my way." Nearly there, I know I've misspelt some of it, but the general idea is there, damn it this better work.
"Now you're just in my way. I don't usually do this myself, but this is personal you know? I may not even have to kill Sherlock after this, he'll probably do it himself, losing you. You know he loves you right? Oh come on, like you couldn't see it. Don't be so blind Johnny! Why don't you just tell him you feel the same, not that it matters now. You'll be dead before he makes it up the stairs. Now on your knees. This has to be properly timed."
Sherlock's running upstairs now, I can hear the steps. Running? No. He knows who's here, he hasn't known this was coming or he would have said, he'd never leave me alone.
"I said get on your knees!" Should have listened the first time, a receiving kick between the legs buckles me, I'm on all fours now and the gun is on my head, his fingers on the trigger.
"Sherlock. Sherlock please!" I have nothing left to do but beg for him; beg for the man I need more than anyone right now. The tears start to form and fall down my face. I'm not scared, not scared at all. I've faced death a million times and survived, I've cheated death and now it's time to welcome it, but I need to tell Sherlock everything, he needs to know he's not a freak, that he's not a robot, he is human, and he does have a heart. He needs to know that he has me.
"John!" The text, I never pressed send.
"Sherlock, you have 10 seconds to tell him anything you want, anything you want in the world. Enjoy it." I meet up at his eyes, ten seconds is all I have a look at him, trying to show him everything I can.
10...
"Moriarty stop this now!"
9...
"John, just... i... John I'm so sorry."
8...
His eyes, he's crying. There is nothing else to it, Sherlock Holmes is crying.
7...
"John, you are amazing, you are a true friend... you are.
"Oh come off it Sherlock, this is all rather cliché isn't it? 3 seconds Sherlock."
No! Please no, 3 seconds to live, Sherlock I love you, I do but I can't speak, the words, they're stuck. I can't say it, I can't tell you how amazing you are and how I dream about you, about us.
"I'm sorry Sherlock, I am. Remember to get the milk." It's all I can say, I have nothing else.
2...
This can't be the end, after everything in my life, I'm going to die at the hands of a... of a mad man, well two mad men but now isn't the time to be thinking about it. The tears still roll down my face silently.
1...
"Bye Bye Johnny!"
"STOP NOW! JOHN I LOV..."
Bang.